OK, I will give the long version to make it make more sense! LOL
My DH joined the Army right before he proposed to me. I was getting ready to start my Sr year of high school. We had been together since I was 12 and he was 15. 7th and 9th grade! So us getting married was a given. But that didn't stop everyone from trying to talk us out of it. They wanted us to experience life without each other since we had really never been without each other. But we were determined. No matter what anyone said, we were getting married. And the more they tried to talk us out of it, the more we were determined to do it. Go figure, huh?
We had planned to wait till Sept the following year. AFTER I had graduated. But, my DH recruiter came up to my mom and told her, if she didn't mind, and since we couldn't live together anyways because he was in training, she should let us get married before I graduated. So I could get on the housing list and get everything set up for EFM. Which is for people who have medical issues outside of the basic needs. I am a heart patient, so I couldn't go just anywhere... It took her a while to agree, but she did finally. Knowing it would give me a better chance at going somewhere with a good cardio dr. She agreed on April, I would graduate in May. I was in tech school for Cosmetology my Sr year, so I was already working on a career. She felt I had myself together. I am one of those old soul types of people. I could have gotten married at 12 and had a better marriage then most adults! LOL
Anyways, after the inital meltdown from my mom about her one and only child getting married before before she graduated high school and then coming to terms with it basically so my medical care wouldn't be slacking when we got to where were were going -right after Thanksgiving, my DH calls from Basic Training to tell us that he couldn't marry me in April. He had to go to another training and wouldn't be able to come home until leaving for his duty station. So in order for us to be on the housing list and EFM before he got his station, we had to get married ASAP. My mom flipped even more then the last time. We had bought EVERYTHING but the tuxes. I was having a Cinderella themed wedding. Everything in Royal Blue, Silver, and Sparkly! Then we asked what he expected us to do. And he said what about when I come in at Christmas. Like 3 weeks away!

I talked it over with my mom. She knew I wouldn't quit school and she also knew that I couldn't move in with him until at least June, so she agreed. The only kicker, we couldn't have our wedding. We didn't have time to get everything in. And every location we wanted was booked. So, on Monday Dec 22, 1997, me, DH and my mom (I was still 17, she had to sign for me!) hoped in the car and drove to VA and we were married by the sheriff at 9:15am! I was sick. And I am not talking, nerves. I am talking the flu. But I was determined I was getting married and it really was the only chance we would have. We were married in blue jeans and sweaters. I forgot the camera, so my mom went and bought a disposable camera. His ring wouldn't go on at first where his hands were so swollen from blisters from all his training. We all, including the sheriff, spent more time laughing that morning then we did saying our vowels. And to be honest, it was perfect!
But you know, still to this day, we have never got to celebrate our wedding. No honeymoon, nothing. We can't even celebrate our anny without something going wrong, him being in a different country or training or someone being sick or bringing home our first on our 2nd wedding anny! But like we joke, its telling of our life. And in 50 years, when we are old and grey we will have some good stories to tell!