Three of my dozen or so cousins took the plunge and married “young” (I use this term loosely as they aren’t much younger than me), and I’m certain they, like many others who decide to get going early, faced a barrage of questions and complaints about how they weren’t fully grown yet… but here’s the thing, who’s to say when someone is “old” enough to get married? When they’ve had their fill of meaningless relationships? When they’ve gone through the quagmire that is the dating scene these days? When they’ve “discovered” who they are? When they've climbed to the top of the proverbial ladder?

There are a million and one reasons why people put getting married off, and I’ve heard just about all of them from the multitude of female-empowered-career-types (read: the bulk of my friends), but here’s the thing – marriage isn’t the end of life, if you approach it that way, you’re doomed from the beginning (even if you begin at 35 having “made it” in the career world).

The beauty of the wedding vow, as I witnessed two weekends ago, is the promise to love and grow together. It’s saying I love you for the person that you are, and the person that you will grow to be. It’s about supporting each other through the intense career climbing years, and not just about finding the perfect person who’s already gotten those goals out of the way. That’s what’s wonderful about a lifelong partnership.

I’m preaching I know, but these two give me such hope.