Hello, World, I’m married. It happened almost two weeks ago, and yet I’m still sitting here in a daze.
I live with a boy now. Before we were married, I was a little worried it would be a weird experience. However, my fears were unfounded. Sure, it’s different, but it’s a good, mostly non-weird different.
We spent the “honeymoon” week at home, and I think that’s about the best thing we could have done. It gave us some quality alone time, and made this whole transition a little less scary and overwhelming.
This week I’ve started learning the fine art of being a wife. The number one thing I’ve learned? It’s a REALLY good thing the boy loves me so much! I feel like this week I’ve done nothing but epically fail at all things “wife.” I’m still not unpacked. I still haven’t finished going through what we’re keeping and what we’re returning. I think I’ve killed the plants I’ve been trying to get to grow. And worst of all? My talent for cooking has absolutely abandoned me. Wednesday I created food that was just barely edible. Thursday (today), I made something that should have been excellent, and I’m pretty sure I missed the mark again. I know new brides are supposed to have cooking disasters, and I’m quite thankful that so far my disasters aren’t really disasters.
That’s all the news that is news for now. I think it’s time to go snuggle up to the boy sleeping in the other room!