Marriage: A One Month Review

Tomorrow Phil (also known as Kimbo Husband) and I will have been married a month. Surprisingly, it seems like it has been a lot longer. Not in a bad way, mind you, but I suppose because even though the entire year we were together we weren't legally married, we felt married to each other.

A few people have asked me if married life feels different, and honestly, I have to say not really. At first, it seemed sort of strange. We talked so much about being married, but when it happened I remember looking at him thinking, "Wow, I actually have a husband", and then "Wow, we've really made a huge commitment". But overall, we really stepped into marriage as if it were already a comfortable old shoe, it was familiar and nice, and seemed like it was just the right thing to be doing.

Life really hasn't changed for us, I don't feel differently about him then I did before, and our normal day to day routine hasn't changed. We sort of just got married, and then went back to doing what we do. We've had our hard times though since being married, and it is all due to finances, which what couple doesn't get stressed about money. Work is slow and the gas prices are killing us, and we get frustrated over it and can at times take it out on each other, but we have never been a couple to yell and scream and fight at each other. A voice may be raised, but we love each other enough to take a step back and say let's take a look at what's really bothering us, or letting the other know your not upset with them, but this is what is bothering you.

The one thing I do love, though, is being able to say I am married. My whole life I have always wanted a husband, and a family. When I was younger, say my early twenties, I felt that the whole purpose of life was to meet someone and get married and start a family. As I grew up, I realized that getting married wasn't the most important thing in life, which is maybe why I ended up finding Phil and fulfilling my dream. I no longer hold marriage up on some pedestal where I thought life would be easy and blissful. Instead I know that it is full of rough patches and ups and downs, but if the love is there, you can make it through anything. But there are a few things I love, such as being able to, in conversation, make mention that "my husband did this", or "my husband and I went here". And of course, I love wearing my ring and being able to look down at my hand and see that symbol of our love and commitment to each other.

Now, I know that as our marriage continues, the newness will wear off and I won't look at my ring all the time and show it off, and won't keep saying the word husband in every other sentence, but right now I am just enjoying being a wife and looking forward to where our life is going to take us.