A love song referencing chaos theory, alternate universes, bell curves, and statistics.  I find it to be pretty  romantic, but I’m a dork like that.  

I’ve been married for one-third of my life.  Not my adult  life, my whole life. Super-Dad and I were recently talking about arranged marriages and how they are statiscally less likely to end in divorce than a marriage for love. One of the theories about this -which would explain a lot about the longevity of our own marriage- is that in arrainged marraiges, people grow to love each other.

Of course SD and I were in love with each other when we got married. Unlike many of our peers who waited, we got married pretty much right away and at a young age (He was 22, I was 20 and we had been dating for about 18 months). We spent time growing with each other and getting to know each other after we were married. We didn’t wait to make sure we were each other’s “one”. We became each other’s one.  We both grew and learned and compromised.  I think a lot of that has to do with being young enough to not be set in our ways, and inexperienced enough to not have too many strong ideas about what our ideal mate would be like.

Being married at young age has had it’s disadvantages as well.  It would have been a lot easier had we had been more financially and professionally established when we started a family. Had we waited a little longer to have children (I was pregnant when we got married, though we were engaged) we could have traveled more, seen more shows, gotten new hobbies.  Both of us have felt at times that we settled down too soon and missed out on some of the fun that our friends were having while we were at home changing diapers and being monogamous. Though now that we have kind of equlized, with most of our friends being married and having babies, I’m realizing we really didn’t miss out on all that much.