A number of things in my life have changed since I recently got married, as would be expected. I cook now—I mean ACTUALLY cook. None of this frozen dinner stuff. It is quite exciting actually. I feel like I have stepped into the lives of Julie and Julia (but that’s a post for another day). I finally have my own home, which I cannot tell you how excited I was for—five years of college roommates will eventually drive you to insanity. And thanks to my handy GPS, I am learning to navigate around a city that takes a hour to drive across from one end to another. But the biggest and most anticipated change yet has been having a GREAT husband—not just a bummy-dumbby hubbie. That would be unacceptable.
Chris really is a fantastic compadre. We have far too much fun and act way too immature for our age. Our sleeping habits are comparable to, if not worse than, that of a college student. Bed time at three a.m.?! It happens. I thought the whole point of getting married was so you could use your marriage as a lame excuse to hit the sack by ten. So much for being conventional.
If Chris and I aren’t up late watching documentaries that imagine up the most outlandish and terrifying conspiracy theories (yes, we have become slightly weird and paranoid as a result), then we stay up picking on one another like siblings on the 10th hour of a road trip. Poke. Poke back. Jab in the ribs back. See how it becomes difficult to sleep? I’m sure that when most people sign up for marriage extreme governmental suspicion and a complete disintegration of maturity are not what they have in mind, but Chris and I would have it no other way. It’s the amusing way.
In 60 years from now, the nature of our pranks will be reduced to Chris hiding his denchers in my oatmeal and faking heart attacks. But regardless of how lame the joke, or how aged the prankster, humor, fun, and love will always be the heart of our relationship.