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.