Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
Well this was just beautiful
My grandparents met when my grandma was in 6th grade. She got married at 17 to him and they stayed married ever since. They travelled the world together and wherever they were they were happy because they were with each other, hand in hand. But my grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease so they moved into assisted living. A few months after that my grandpa was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He outlived his prognosis almost 2x but died on Friday. I just went to his funeral today. But the two of them never stopped loving each other. Everybody who spoke talked about how they were so loving to each other and easy to love.