We've now been married for a little over 3 months, and let me tell you-- it's the greatest adventure. From what I've heard, many people say the first year of marriage is the hardest, and while that may be true for some I think our hard times are further ahead than year one.
The adjustment has been easy, and we've fallen into simple step with each other. It's hasn't felt much different, except now we are more aware of the other. We are curious of the other, "Why does he take that way home?", "Why does she have to make the bed?". We're discovering the other. He starts to talk fast after too much coffee. She gets excited about attempting a homemade meal. We have our quirks that annoy the other, but we're learning to laugh through it and remember there are more important things. We're learning what the other needs. A simple thank you, a 'you're doing a good job', a hug and a laugh, a 'you're beautiful' when she doesn't feel well. We're learning how to support the other. She in his work. He in her dreams and schemes. We're learning how to lean on each other. She trusting his decisions. He letting her be the helper. We've crossed barriers, and though they may be small, they are significant.
It's like dating, but this time you don't have to say goodbye at the end of the night. Every day I am thankful of our foundation of friendship and how the past 3 years have only been building and preparing for this stage. This stage-- where we're stronger together. Where we bring out the best in each other, and where we bring out the silly in each other.
We're newlyweds, but it seems like we've been doing this forever. I guess that's how it's supposed to feel when you get to spend every day with your best friend. It's incredibly fun doing life together. I'm thankful he picked me and I never want to forget what an honor that is.