We walked up the steps to our friends’ Christmas party and I clutched his arm as I wobbled in my heels. He was in a tux, I was in a fancy dress and my wool coat. I stopped for a moment and pondered that somewhere along the line we had become grown-ups together. Weird. When you are married at 15* you get to grow up together, and seven years and two kids later, we have.
The Christmas party was great. The food was tasty, the friends were abundant, and the laughs were unstoppable.
*Fine, we were 19. But STILL.