I’ve been married for 18 months today.  It still doesn’t seem all that real sometimes.  I mean I’m past the “taken by surprise when I’m called Mrs. X” stage but every once in awhile, usually when I’m folding his underwear, I get that- holy crap…. I’m married- feeling.

So 18 months.  Let’s recap.  We got married, honeymooned, got home.  Four months later he moved.  Six weeks later, I moved.  Six months after that we moved across the same town.  Five months later, we moved down here.  I don’t know about anyone else but I’m tired just reading that!  What a whirlwind it has been.

Oh yea, happy mother’s day to all of you out there.  I’m planning on spending mine in bed watching movies- seems like the right thing to do.