We rushed in, But are we fools?

I will start my blogging adventure with a simple explanation of the title.  You see, not only was the song my first dance at my wedding to my highschool love, but it was extra fitting for us.  I was 19, he was 20.  He couldn't grow facial hair, I had no clue how to cook.  We were entering our Junior year in college, and really all I wanted to do post marriage was watch MTV (perks of having cable off campus), and have lots of kids.  Good thing my man really was a MAN, and decided that a better path for us instead of flunking out of college with 5 kids and a huge cable bill.. was to work hard, go to law school, and become an attorney.  Needless to say, I still wanted those babies. So, like good fools do, we decided to have our first the final year in law school.  A "beautiful baby girl", as Callie refers to her younger self.  Worth every extra loan payment that we took on. 
Later on (2 years to be exact), we really up'd the rushing and welcomed TWINS into the nest.  Two crazy boys who to this day are each others best friend, but also mortal toy enemy. 
So all in all... the song fits.  And to laugh the statistics of failing young marriages in the face.. I'd like to say we have happily itched out the first 7 years, flew by the 8th, and are now on year 9 of marital bliss happiness.  Bliss... is for honeymooners.  Happiness is when fools learn the wisdom of love.