Young love is fire.
It’s the that look in his eyes as he watches her laugh.
Young love is heated fights and the joy of making up.
It’s creating a life together in a foreign land.
Young love is carefree and brand new.
It’s the foundation for the rest of your lives together.
Young love is her hand in his.
It’s the birth of three baby girls that look like mini versions of you.
Young love is joy.
It is finding the one and never letting them go.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
The second I saw that photo I knew that was your mom.
I’m glad your parents have a wonderful love.
😊😊😊 my sister shared this photo and I loved it so much.
I thought it was you at first glance, then realized the age and type of photo predated you. Such a nice photo to have. Loved your words too.