I Married My High School Sweetheart
Words & Images By Mia Sutton
It all started with a honeybun. You know those ones they sell at high school cafeterias? He was on the wrestling team and was trying to make weight, so I’d always see him eating those gross, sticky honeybuns. We were in the same chemistry class and he kept getting up and walking by my desk to throw away his honeybun wrappers in the trash can. He was super cute, but we didn’t really know each other nor have the same group of friends, so we never spoke. I was your stereotypical, painfully shy introvert, but the more he walked by, the more he was on my radar. One day, I finally worked up enough nerve to say to him, “If you keep walking by my desk, I’m going to start charging you a toll.” He smiled at me with his beautiful smile and put the pencil he was holding on my desk as “payment” for the toll. I know that it will sound cliché, but it’s the absolute truth – when he smiled at me, and our eyes met, I was blown away. That elusive “spark” that you always hear people talking about was there from the very beginning.
So, that’s how it began. We started talking every day and walking to class together and sending flirty emails. After about 3 months of that, and me waiting super impatiently and beginning to think that I was in the “friend zone”, he finally asked me to officially be his girlfriend. Obviously, I said yes.
Growing up, I was always the girl who said I’d never get married nor have kids. And then I met the love of my life at the age of 18, married him 6 years later, and 5 months after that, I was pregnant with our first child. It is funny how things end up, isn’t it?
Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t always been puppies and unicorns. We’ve had our ups and downs just like every other couple – maybe more so because we were trying to balance a relationship with also becoming adults and figuring out our places in the world. No matter what we were going through, though, I knew that I could count on him to be there for me. He was (and still is) my best friend, my confidante, my therapist at times, my cheerleader, my comedic relief, my love.
I recently read a quote from ‘The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto’ by Mitch Albom that said, "You're never in love with anyone the way you are when you're eighteen." I completely agree. He became a part of me, a part of my everyday life and thought process and choices from such an early age and I think it really changed us both and how we love one another. There are few memories that I have that don’t involve him in some way.
In a few months, we’ll be celebrating 15 years of being together. I can’t picture my life without him. He’s my rock – equal parts annoying and adorable and awesome. I’ve made many mistakes in my life, but marrying my high school sweetheart was the best decision I’ve ever made. I know that it doesn’t happen that way for everyone, and I feel very grateful that things worked out the way they did for us.
So, long story short: honeybuns are gross, but young love is forever sweet.