This weekend was fun, albeit kind of crazy. In between one of my last few Saturday classes before the summer, working Friday through Sunday, Parties and the moments accompanying such…It’s been a little insane. Something about me that I’m learning? I have my grown up side, the side that tries my best to keep up with my nearing-30 husband (aka old man), and then the side of me that is…Well, newly 21. It’s sometimes hard to balance and when one side leans a little too far one way things get a little messy. There is part of me that sometimes wants to just let loose, and do and experience every insane moment that non-married-twenty-one year olds do. I am young, and I love it & am living it. But this side can get me in trouble, and does. Nothing too bad that I’ll get shunned or disowned for, but you know. Some of the normal moments that most people my age are jumping into, I every now and then do too. But there’s also the other side. The part that would rather stay and home and cuddle, study,finish a good book in a matter of two days, and have a home-cooked dinner with the boy. This weekend the ‘Hey,I’m 21.’ side won out. Oops. But! I did still manage to finish that good book in two days. I’m a very busy woman.
I’m still growing up. I’m still going to be 21 sometimes, because well… That’s my age. However. I’m also seeing that I have to put on my big girl pants and make the 27 year old smarter decisions now too because well..That’s what I signed up for. That’s who I signed up with. And at the end of the day (and night) he’s so much better than any 21 year old moment my brain could possibly muster up. I am in this interesting predicament being married so young,and I’m not going to try to deny that. Still, it’s more than worth it and I wouldn’t take what I have back for anything in the world. A lot of people understandably wouldn’t marry at my age; but then, a lot of people my age haven’t found what I have yet. So for now, I’m working on finding that perfect place. Somewhere in between wild nights and the ones where I lay with my boy in the comfort of our bed. Somewhere between screaming and throwing my hands up in the air and whispering as I’m wrapping them around him. Somewhere between owning up, living it up and growing up. Husband boy ,know I love you & I’m getting there.