Look at us. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that this photo was taken of us nearly SEVENTEEN years ago. We started going out and a week later we were at Homecoming.
Look how young we were. Its crazy. Simply crazy.
Things I think about when looking at this photo (in no particular order)
-my hair. Good Lord what was I thinking when I did my hair up like that.
-Why wasn’t he wearing a tie? I believe it was because his shirt was too tight in the neck, but I can’t remember.
-my shoes. I hated those flats, but I wore them because I didn’t want to be taller than my date. But. HELLO! I was. (This is probably the reasoning behind the crazy hair. Most of the time it was not that tame and it was H.I.G.H.)
-I think about Jeremy. His smile, how he looked. He looks practically the same. He still looks at me with that smile. He still confidently holds my hand wherever we happen to go. He is still the love of my life.
But at 15 did I really know what love was?
No. What 15 year old knows of love. Knows of giving of yourself so that you can make your partner more whole. Knows of the hard work and sacrifice it takes to make a marriage work.
Of course not. But that’s okay. Because 15 year old Heather knew that there was something special about this guy. That he could possibly be the one. And he was.
I would love to tell you that they sailed off into the sunset and lived Happily Ever After. But truthfully our story hasn’t been finished being told. I know that I love him more and more each day and I couldn’t imagine my life without his. Looking back 15 year old Heather didn’t know what it was like when two people become one unit. But thankfully 32 year old Heather does.
Would I go back and warn 15 year old Heather of the things to come?
No. I would just tell her that things will be rough and rocky, but in the end they are most certainly worth it.
So honey, thank you so very much for that first magical evening (yes a dance in a dark gym getting punch spilled on you is so magical) that has led to the rest of our lives.