Four years ago today, I married this man. Actually, he was probably just a boy then, and I was most definitely just a girl, and most of the time we still feel that way. We live a very grown-up life day to day with jobs and bills and dry cleaning and alarm clocks, but we still feel like kids. We're silly and weird. We do voices and crack jokes to make each other laugh. We make up hip-hop dances. And on occasion, I'll put on his sweat pants, pull them up over my shoulders and run around in circles. We have a strange little life inside our apartment, and it's one of my favorite things about us.