I got married young, and that's not a bad thing.

Upon taking Kyle's car in to the mechanic - yes, the same car that was written about a month ago that is still not fixed due to their mistakes - I continued to tell him about the kinds of problems the car was having while my husband was driving the car.

"Wait... husband?"
"Yes, husband."
"You are way too young to be married. Way too young."

Rant commence.

I have heard this statement multiple times in the past nine months that I have been married. I have heard it from irrelevant people, such as my mechanic, but I have also heard it from family and friends speaking a non-judgmental, obvious fact. I am young. I was very young to be married at 19. But there was something about this statement today that really got to me for multiple reasons.

1. I understand that 50% of marriages end in divorce, and that marriages from naive twenty-somethings or younger are a major contributing factor. But that's the key word: naive. Not saying that I am the most mature person in the world, but I am mature enough to understand the extent of the importance of the commitment I was making and the reasons that I was getting married. I may not even understand exactly what I got myself into, but I know why I did.

2. We have goals. We are both going to school, pursuing amazing educations and careers that are going to benefit us well down the road. We are not rushing to have children in order to accomplish those goals. We're being smart with our time, finances, and decisions. And it's not like we dropped everything in our lives to stop and get married. We want to go somewhere in life - together!

3. In just my past nine months of marriage I have realized how amazing it is to have someone  experiencing all of life with you; someone you know is going to be there for forever. I may have missed out on a lot of experiences in living the "single life" in my twenties. A lot of experiences that I had no interest in. My interests were to travel, to hike, to go see movies, to stay up until 5 in the morning, and I do all of that with my husband right by my side. I do not feel like I missed out on any life experiences at all.

4. When you know, you know. Cliche. But love really does know no age. And when you know the person that you're supposed to marry, whether it's at age 19 or 25, you're going to snatch him up and make him yours. And you won't really understand this until it happens to you.

5. Maybe the fact that I look like I'm 15 didn't help the situation either. I swear I'm 20.

Rant over. Xo.