First Week of Married Life

The wedding was wonderful. Everything I'd ever dreamed.

Honeymoon was perfect, too. More to come—took home plenty of pics and memories.

Now, one week home…home…Well, many times friends used to ask if I thought things would feel different after marriage. As recently as 18 months ago, I'd have said no. Two people love each other, but what's the difference between yesterday and tomorrow? But Christianna has incited many changes in my worldview, not least of which is to say decidedly that marriage is indeed different. One day and every touch feels new and exciting—yet secure and loving in a way I've never felt before. There's a feeling of responsibility. Dating is over, yet it has just begun again; no reason to impress than she deserves the best I can give. We're a team. My money is hers. So much to learn and experience.

As I write this, the clock has past midnight on two weeks since the wedding. Two weeks ago at this hour I was struggling to fall asleep, anxiously awaiting one of the most important and exciting days of my life. Tonight, Christianna lies next to me asleep in cute pajamas. She's dreaming something, feet twitching. A minute ago she scootched over and ensnared my toes between hers. Now as she twitches, it's like playing footsie. I don't think she's even aware.