Funny thing. Thirty three years went by between the time DH and I met and the time we got married. We were engaged, complete with engagement ring, when I was 16. His grandmother stepped in and put the kibosh on that, he got mad, quit university, joined the marines.
My mother said there was plenty of time and if it lasted, we could marry "later."
We grew up, married other people, had kids, divorced, and didn't see one another again until a few days before we were married by a justice of the peace.
Afterward, we went by my mother's apartment to tell her what we'd done. She said, "What was the rush?"