16

 Sweet 16.

Sixteen years ago I married this man.

Sometimes I look at pictures like these and think we were children when we married. Children that helped each other to finish growing up. So, we weren't children, but near enough.

And now we're all grown up-- well sort of. It doesn't feel that way all the time.

At risk of being a bit cheesy--

he's my best friend.

He makes me happy.

And I love our never ending love story.