10 Years of Happiness

Today is a special day for me.  It's the 10th Anniversary of when my husband and I officially started "dating."  You know, when we went from "going out" to "going out."

If you haven't guessed from the term "going out," I married my high school sweetheart!  It's weird to think I met the man I was going to marry when I was just sixteen.  A lot of people don't take high school romances seriously.  And I don't blame them; most don't last more than a few weeks.  But some relationships have that little something extra that makes them last past the one month mark--and then some!

My hubby and I ten years ago all spiffed up for Homecoming.

I don't write teen romance novels, but I can certainly appreciate them.  Just like real teenage romances, I think a lot of adults don't take the relationships in YA books seriously.  A girl and guy/werewolf/vampire/ninja/zombie/wizard fall desperately in love and think their relationship will last past Prom?   (Insert a mother's raised eyebrow here.)  Well I say, why not?  Sure, there's a good chance the werewolf will eat the girl/turn her into a werewolf/die tragically, but they could live Happily Ever After. 

Arguably, my hubby never fought a vampire coven or protected me from Dementors while we were dating in high school, but I like to think he would have if the opportunity presented itself.  (And yes, his Patronus would have been a ferret!)  I just ask people to remember the real-life YA love stories before scoffing at the written ones.

And to all of my teen blog readers--keep those eyes open!  You never know when that cute guy in Algebra will turn out to be your soul-mate!  (Or a ninja--that's even cooler than a soul-mate!)

Happy 10 Year (Dating) Anniversary, Hubby!