So this is Married Life.

So this is married life. Waking up at 6 am every morning even though you don’t have to be at work until 11:15. Washing all of the dishes from the night before knowing that you will probably have to put them away too when you get home. Cleaning, unpacking, and even some wandering around the house because you know there is always something that needs done. And I still have time to blog.  But, you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is married life. Going to work and not needing to think about anything other than work. No more researching weddings. No more doing homework. No more school. For once I can read a book on my lunch break and not a textbook. No more wondering if I will get to spend time with my boyfriend at the end of the day. Now I know that I will spend the end and beginning of everyday with the love of my life. And, you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is married life. Coming home from work and making dinner right away so there is still time to do things and go to bed early. Making a mess of all those pots and pans that you just washed that morning and will wash again tomorrow. Trying to figure out a way sit down and relax while still trying to get things done. More unpacking and more homemaking. Hanging picture frames, mounting the TV, organizing the bathroom, and there is still more to do. But, you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is married life. A husband in the mix. A ring on my finger, a ring on his. Someone to take care of, someone to love. It’s not just me anymore. He is the reason I’m up early each day. He is the reason I’m here. It’s not just me taking care of him though. He takes care of me too, in other ways. He loves me, he holds me, and he makes me feel special. He is the reason I can sit down at the end of the day and still get stuff done. And, you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

So this is married life. A bed that I have to share. A room that is not just mine. No more late nights. We are too tired for that. When I go to bed, he goes to bed and on the days that I go to bed first my only thought is that I want him next to me. He kisses me goodnight, or holds me as I fall asleep. In the winter he will keep me warm. Yet here it is, summer, and it’s too hot to be near each other. But, you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So this is married life, or maybe this is what they call the honeymoon phase. Maybe I’m still playing house. But it seems so natural. The process of getting up together, eating together, going to work and coming home to each other. Working together, living together. It all seems soo right. And, you know, I wouldn’t have it any other way.