Last November, I sat next to my college friends and watched the first of us get married. We always knew Nate would be the first to go down that path, being devoutly catholic, and there he was. He had brought our little crew together for the first time in 6 years and the night was warm with remembrance and laughter. In a small catholic church in Fairfax, VA I watched my high school prom date stand before his family, friends, and god to take a wife. Yet, even though I was there I still can't believe it. He has a ring, he has a wife, but he can't be married! We're too young for marriage! I half-expected someone to call an end to reccess and the playground union would be forgotten. You know what the problem is? Marriage is for grown-ups....and I don't think anyone really considers themselves an adult. Why would they? Much less fun, anyway.
Aside from the unthinkable reality of marriage at the tender age of 24, there are vastly different views of this union floating around. Nate has always had a beautiful view of marriage. One time in college he leaned over and told me, in that whispered way that truly important things are shared, that the woman he married would complete his soul and better enable him to live a good life and worship god. As a child of divorce, I have a drastically different take on the matter but I have long remembered his words. For some people, even the young, marriage can be a wonderful thing.
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