I Want To Remember // Two Months of Marriage

I was asked yesterday if married life is as good as expected. I almost laughed. I had high expectations for enjoying being married to you, but it has far exceeded anything I could have expected and has been such a fun season of life. So here are a few things that I want to remember from the first two months of marriage.

I want to remember sitting at the Harmony breakfast enjoying the breeze and the most amazing pancakes in the entire world. I want to remember the nights you needed to sleep on your other side but still wanted to be close so you backed up until we were touching. I want to remember dreaming about going back to St. Lucia. I want to remember nights on the couch where you played xbox and I crafted (because some things don’t change). I want to remember double date nights.  I want to remember mornings when we turned up the music and danced before work. I want to remember you getting home from a morning run only to sweep the kitchen floor. I want to remember decorating our first place – complete with shelves, pictures and your bike. I want to remember squirrels in the roof. I want to remember learning to understand each other – I now close the shower curtain and you now call the extra bedroom “the craft room”. I want to remember you having more shoes than me. I want to remember rescuing you from the trail after your tire popped and trying to find you through t-mobile’s spotty service. I want to remember being so excited for you to get home and never wanting to get out of the bed in the morning. I want to remember writing thank you cards with you. I want to remember late night drives to find our future house. I want to remember the smell of our room after you leave for work in the morning. I want to remember shopping trips and break time sodas. I want to remember our evenings of sleepy time tea and frozen chocolate covered bananas. I want to remember making insurance and retirement decisions at 23. I want to remember to be selfless and to remind myself that I’m not always right and when I don’t (because sometimes I won’t), that saying sorry is a must. I want to remember the way I feel every time you encourage me with my crafts and blog when I show you before we go to bed. I want to remember the day you became a blues fan. I want to remember the songs you sang to me and all the words you changed to fit my name. I want to remember every single moment of these past two months.

Tonight when I asked you what your favorite memories from the first two months of marriage are, you replied with, “Silly things like grocery shopping and making dinner together. I also love waking up next to you every morning. I’m just so happy that you’re my wife, you know?” Yep. I do, because I feel the same way about you being my husband.

Happy two month anniversary to the love of my life.

Our Story

She met him in fifth grade.

He liked her, she was shy.

She hated wearing dresses, his hair had frosted tips.

He drew a heart on the glass, she giggled.

He liked words and writing, she liked math.

They went to the same middle school the next year.

Friends told them that they argued like a married couple, they laughed.

They went to the cardinals game and out to lunch on half days.

They were friends until their senior year of high school.

They both wanted more.

He asked her to be his girlfriend, she said yes.

She likes the Blues, he prefers the Cardinals.

He decided to go to Mizzou, she did too.

He came to college for business, she came for math.

His mind was made up, hers changed.

She likes photography and art, he likes running and biking.

They are both bloggers.

He can make anyone laugh, especially her.

He is calm and collected, she can get a little sassy.

She watches Top Gear, he watches Breaking Bad.

He loves the city, she digs road trips.

They want to travel the world, together.

They have been together for four years, she really loves him.

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