Why I chose to marry young
I chose to marry young — at 19, to be exact.
As some of you may know, I am still pretty young – 22, to be exact.
There’s that Taylor Swift song “22,” but I don’t relate to it at all because I’m married and have been for 2 and a half years. I don’t know if you’ve heard that song, but here are a couple quick quotes:Everything will be alright If we just keep dancing like we’re 22
It feels like one of those nights We won’t be sleeping
Nope, does not describe my life at 22 at all.
I do not dance anywhere, except I did dance at my wedding.
And YES, I will be sleeping because I have things to do tomorrow! Every day I have things to do!
I’m not complaing in any way. I love my life! I just think it’s comical how different my life is from this Taylor Swift song and actually, most of my peers’ lives.
When I wrote about How God Changed the Course of My life Completely, I told you about how supportive my now-husband Brandon was (and still is) and how we met.
But what I didn’t tell you then was how big of a role following my heart played.
Brandon and I have a fairy tale love story – with some major kinks thrown in.
We had a lot of opposition going up against us the whole time we were dating.
For one, I was in a horrible place mentally and physically in the beginning. I talked about this in that post I mentioned, but it really was a struggle. My mom knew that Brandon was the one for me because of how he stuck by me through it all.
I mean, I was in the mental health unit at the hospital (more than once) and he stayed with me. He supported me. He showed me love. I know that I was not able to show him the same kind of love at that time, just because I was going through so much.
And it was a shock to everyone around us when we started dating because Brandon is 7 and a half years older than me.
But we got through all that stuff. I got better. Things were going great, and we were happy.
Then Brandon decided to join the Navy.
At first, we didn’t even consider getting married before his boot camp. But as we went through his recruitment process, marriage actually seemed like a pretty good idea.
I knew I loved Brandon and wanted to be with him forever. He said he always knew that I was “the one.”
It soon became clear that we did want to get married before Brandon would leave for basic training.
But I was so nervous about what my parents would say.
I felt like they would disapprove, because I was only 19 after all. Now-a-days, that is young.
It wasn’t like getting married so young was in their (or my) plans for my future.
I worked up the courage to talk to my mom about it first, and she eased my dad into the idea. They were accepting, more than I thought they would be. They supported us.
Brandon formally asked my dad for my hand in marriage in June, and a few days later he proposed to me. In November, we said our vows at my childhood church.
My mom said she felt the presence of Jesus so strongly during the ceremony.
We’ve been married 2 and a half years now, and things are working out for us. We’re happy. I see how God had these plans for me, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I was always supposed to be with Brandon.
I followed my heart and ended up with a great man. But getting married at a young age is not for everyone. Honestly, everyone’s situation will be different. When you find your mate is up to God.
I still get surprised reactions when people find out I’m 22 and married, let alone that I have been married for almost 3 years now. That’s okay, but I wish there wasn’t so much judgment.
It’s not just people who marry young – I know those who wait until their later 20’s or 30’s are judged too.