In case you didn’t get the memo, I’m a newlywed and I love it. In the past five months, we have had an amazing, exciting, unpredictable, educational, and wonderful marriage. I feel like I am having an eternal slumber party with my best friend.
I don’t know why our marriage is so enjoyable. In spite of our list of great marital advice (you can read more about that here), I don’t feel like we do anything different from most folks, but praise God, because whatever He is doing, is working. Hallelujah.
So here I am. Sitting with a hot cup of cappuccino, and rubbing my chin, reflecting. As I look back at the past five months of marriage, I realize we have already been through more than I imagined.
- Moved in together
- Eaten a 120 piece bag of pizza rolls with ranch in a day
- Navigated holidays with both our families (no one told me holiday scheduling was going to be the hardest part of sharing a life together)
- Visited two (three as of next weekend) countries
- Moved to Germany
- Left a job
- Created numerous fantasy sports teams (and lost almost every time)
- Started a business
- Fell in love with “Better off Ted” only to be devastated at its brief lifespan
- Paid off a student loan (Holla!)
- Taught our dog to play dead when we say “Bang”
- Joined bank accounts
- Lived without a microwave (you try…it’s hard)
I know that may not seem like much to some people. It may sound crazy and exciting to others. I don’t really mind either way because…well anything I say now just sounds like a corny “this is our adventure” kind of response…and I don’t do corny except on Valentine’s Day and in my cornbread. Well, and maybe in the section below. So let’s add some type of anniversary to the list.
So I raise my interweb-glass to my hubby. I know I don’t say it enough, but I grow more madly in love with you everyday and am crazy grateful to have you in my life. Thanks for always clearing your plate (even if you don’t like the food), cleaning my hair from the drains so I don’t flood the bathroom, tricking me into liking running, encouraging me (whether it is to be brave or to pick up an impulse purchase at the grocery), driving us around, opening my doors, loving our dog, and putting away my clean clothes. You’re too good to me most of time, except when you fart in the covers.
If you want to read more about our first four months and shenanigans in Germany, click here.
Special thanks to Kristin Burke Photography for photographing our big day!