Once upon a time I met a girl. We liked each other, but we were young and it took a couple years to figure out what that strong gravitational force meant.
We got engaged.
Then married. We were still young, 22 and 24. But we knew, and the step was not taken lightly. (Look at those serious little kid faces.)
We started our own method of adventuring together. This is one of our first projects. (We had bought the land together before we were engaged.) You can't quite see it in this picture, but we're holding up one finger each, celebrating our first anniversary.
The next year, we were celebrating our second anniversary in Mississippi.
Fast forward a bit. Children, travel, jobs and home and life and a level of happy that we didn't expect, or know enough to hope for.
I don't see that much difference between these slightly older kids, and the ones that first laid eyes on each other all those years ago.