I never thought that I’d be 20 years old, and have a relationship with the woman I’m going to marry.
I’m never going to have another “first date”.
I’m never going to have another first kiss.
No more jitters before that first confession of love.
I think this is where young people start to feel trapped.
But, then I start to think about it deeper.
Because I am with the love of my life, there are infinite “firsts” we have yet to see together.
Our first year together. Our first decade together.
Our first apartment, our first house. Our first cat. And, if we do so wish, our first son or daughter.
The first time we kiss as wife and wife.
There is so much to be excited for.
Even if we have individual firsts, like landing an amazing job, or the first time one of us loses a parent or sibling… We’ll always have someone there to help celebrate triumphs or support for when days are darker.
It is the most amazing feeling knowing that I have this incredible, intelligent and beautiful woman who is going to be by my side for the rest of my life.
I know it’s only been 8 months. I know that we’re not even engaged yet. I know that so much can change in the next 10 years.
But, I’ve never been more certain about anything in my entire life.
She will forever be like the northern star. Always there, always constant, always there to guide me when everything else seems to be spinning around me.
Cheesy metaphors aside, Ashley really is the person that keeps me going day after day.
And I am so grateful to be in such a mature and fulfilling relationship at such a young age.
I love using the word “sweetheart” when writing about Ashley.