I was 23 when we closed on our first house. I got pregnant not long after, and I turned 24 a few weeks before giving birth to our son, our first and (so far) only child.
I'm not going to lie and say that things have always been easy. We've both make a thousand mistakes, and will probably make a few million more. We've been through illness, unemployment, double employment, times when money was tight, and times when we were just flat-out broke.
But, here we are, just a couple of weeks from my son's birthday, and a few more weeks from our 5-year-anniversary. And it's crazy to think that I've been with my husband for 19% of my life (27% if you count dating). And, obviously, with every year, that percentage just goes up and up.
