Three days until to twenty days in. So here we are. We survived wedding-ing, and I am extremely pleased to say that, with the exception of very minor issues, the whole thing went off without a hitch. By the time we got to the end of the rehearsal dinner, my only hopes were that Bobby and I both arrived and the church didn't burn down; as both wishes were executed, I was a happy bride.
Twenty days in, we are organizing ourselves into married life. One could even call them adventures. My favorite adventure thus far has been the things Bobby and I have discovered about each other. You see, before our honeymoon, the most consecutive days Bobby and I had spent together was six; with the days leading up to the wedding and the honeymoon, Bobby and I have now upped that count to thirteen. It's (just) one of the terrible things about a long-distance relationship, but I did enjoy our honeymoon all the better for it.
Bobby has discovered that I have to be fed and watered every three hours or so; he, on the other hand, can eat three square meals a day and be content. I discovered that Bobby has an incredibly strange sleeping schedule. He prefers going to sleep at midnight or later, waking up around 9 or 10, and napping for an hour to two around 2 or 3. I, on the other hand, go to sleep around 10 and wake up at 7 or 7:30. I have also learned that Bobby does actually require sunscreen despite his lovely golden skin, lest that lovely golden skin turn bright pink. We also learned that we have different methods of approaching free time. I prefer to plan, to list, to schedule, to arrive on time, and to control. Bobby prefers to do. We're still learning how to happily balance each other out.
Other small things that have been interesting:
"Husband" and "wife" are still strange terms. We're practicing, but we seem to perpetually be uncomfortable with our labels.
I have completely and utterly enjoyed my time at home post-wedding. Because Bobby lives in a Troy, I am alone most or all of the evening. This week I have gone grocery shopping, learned to broil a steak, found a recipe for my favorite Taziki Friday Pasta, read my book, moved most of my closet downstairs, and taken a bubble bath.
Bobby and I are much less stressed and therefore happier; we now get to enjoy each other's company without discussing one looming topic.
Thank-you notes are a very odd thing. I can't come up with 75 original sayings for each one, but I'm worried about people feeling unappreciated if their card says the same as someone else's; I do genuinely mean the repeated part though. I also don't like the "little house wife" feeling I get in describing my plans for these gifts. For example: "Bobby's favorite food is soup, and I can't wait to serve my favorite Toscana soup in this new bowl." It's not so bad writing it once, but since most everything I received was kitchen-y, writing cooking and baking excitement 50 times makes me feel so one-dimensional. Eh.
I love our wedding rings.
That's all the adventures in married life I have for now. Seeing as how we'll be doing this for 60 years, expect more to come.
Twenty days in, we are organizing ourselves into married life. One could even call them adventures. My favorite adventure thus far has been the things Bobby and I have discovered about each other. You see, before our honeymoon, the most consecutive days Bobby and I had spent together was six; with the days leading up to the wedding and the honeymoon, Bobby and I have now upped that count to thirteen. It's (just) one of the terrible things about a long-distance relationship, but I did enjoy our honeymoon all the better for it.
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| This view helped as well. |
Other small things that have been interesting:
"Husband" and "wife" are still strange terms. We're practicing, but we seem to perpetually be uncomfortable with our labels.
I have completely and utterly enjoyed my time at home post-wedding. Because Bobby lives in a Troy, I am alone most or all of the evening. This week I have gone grocery shopping, learned to broil a steak, found a recipe for my favorite Taziki Friday Pasta, read my book, moved most of my closet downstairs, and taken a bubble bath.
Bobby and I are much less stressed and therefore happier; we now get to enjoy each other's company without discussing one looming topic.
Thank-you notes are a very odd thing. I can't come up with 75 original sayings for each one, but I'm worried about people feeling unappreciated if their card says the same as someone else's; I do genuinely mean the repeated part though. I also don't like the "little house wife" feeling I get in describing my plans for these gifts. For example: "Bobby's favorite food is soup, and I can't wait to serve my favorite Toscana soup in this new bowl." It's not so bad writing it once, but since most everything I received was kitchen-y, writing cooking and baking excitement 50 times makes me feel so one-dimensional. Eh.
I love our wedding rings.
That's all the adventures in married life I have for now. Seeing as how we'll be doing this for 60 years, expect more to come.
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