Ok, so we’re almost 4 months into marriage. 4 months since the wedding. 4 months since one of the craziest, best, most memorable days in our lives. We’re settled into our cozy apartment. Even as I write this, the smell of the dinner that Stephen cooked for me while I worked late at work lingers in the air. Candles are sporadically placed around the apartment and I have BANKS playing on repeat. The laundry is put away and the dishes are clean. All is quiet as Stephen relaxes in front of his computer and I have my laptop open, blogging. I think about the work I have to complete tomorrow and the rainy weather we’ll probably have this weekend. Then, I stop. “Is this what marriage is?” We co-exist. We live with each other. We live around each other. We live together. Other than the obvious meaning, stop and think about what that means; to live together. To live in step. To live as missing pieces of a puzzle that have now come together. That doesn’t mean we always agree, because we definitely don’t. That doesn’t mean we’re always seeing rainbows and puppies when we’re near each other (more like Chipotle and naps).
Life still happens in the midst of our love story. But how we handle life together is what defines us. Do we let God into our lives? Do we focus on fussing at each other instead of helping? Do we forget the covenant we agreed upon 4 months ago? These are questions we ask (subconsciously and sometimes rhetorically) each day since the wedding.
When people ask me “How’s married life?”, I usually respond with a smile and reply, “It’s good, really good”. And I mean it.
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