So, How's Married Life?

Ever since June, there are two main questions I get asked when talking to people: "When are you going to have kids?" and "How's married life?"

Well, the answer to the first one is easy: Whenever we decide to. (In a non-snarky way, in case you're actually wondering, give us like 6-7 years.  We want to be established and financially stable (not to mention both out of school) before we bring a wee tot into the world.)

The answer to the second question, though, is not so easy.  It's hard to answer because there's no word for it.  I could every synonym for "amazing" or "awesome" or "perfect" and it still wouldn't be enough to describe the absolute joy my marriage brings to my life.  I guess, if Mary Poppins were to help me, she would say:

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Because there just isn't a word to more accurately describe it. 

Sure, there are the hard parts of marriage.  There are the days we think we may have to go into debt to keep living.  The times we have fights. The times I'm just grumpy and I don't know why so I keep just getting grumpy about being grumpy.  Long days at work and class when it feels like bedtime is years away.  Times when we are so busy we don't get to see each other as much as we would like. 

But there also the times Blake surprises me by getting home from class early and bringing me tulips.  The times when he scrapes my windshield for me.  Those times when I'm grumpy about being grumpy so he just holds me and rubs my back and feeds me chocolate and lets me cry. The times my knight in shining boxers saves me from fire-breathing dragon bugs. Or any bugs.  Or a piece of fuzz in the shower that looks like a bug. 

Dat Nose Squish!

Marriage is nose-squishing kisses.  Early morning hugs when I'm half asleep and he has to leave for work.  Cuddling on the couch, holding Addy against her will, and watching Netflix all day on Saturdays. Marriage is coming home at night to someone who loves you more than they love themselves.  Always having your best friend right beside you.  Waking up in the middle of the night because that best friend is snoring.  Seeing how cute he is when he sleeps so instead of waking him up, you just pop in earplugs and snuggle up against him. 

Conversations in weird accents.  Accidentally setting a few napkins on fire while making dinner.. Late nights talking about nothing and everything.  Stealing his lemonade when I run out. Kissing booboos. Hickies on the middle of your nose because your husband is a goofball and does crazy things to make you laugh. (True Story.  You can call me Rudolph.) Sticking your arms or legs in the air to signify that it is the other person's job to help you change into your pjs.  Learning to let each other have fun with things that you don't understand like video games.  Turning grocery shopping into a date.  Sharing everything.  The fact that I am wearing his pants and his shirt because guy clothes are much more comfortable (and they smell like him.  Bonus!)  

Told you it was a true story.  Imagine going to work with this puppy!

I think we all have a purpose in life.  (Except wasps and mosquitoes, I can't figure out what purposes they serve.)  And I honestly believe my whole life was meant to find this man who keeps me laughing 24/7.  The man who knows the way to my heart is kitties and back rubs.  The only one who can deal with (and even love!) my quirks. The man who brought me out of my shell.


It's like in my Romantic Relationships class (sidenote: I LOVE my classes this semester!) when we talked about the definition of love.  One of the answers was brilliant: "love is just the highest form of bliss that is humanly possible to achieve.  Without love, sheer bliss is unattainable." And the answer the whole class could agree on was that true love is something that cannot be described, it has to be lived to be truly understood.