I guest posted for Molly over at These Little Moments today, and since I hid the post at the end of my posts on That Bride (sneaky of me to post it for October 2007 wasn’t it? I wrote it a few days before she posted it and wanted to keep it a secret until then) I thought it would be very relevant to post it here and give you all an idea of how married life began for us.

I got married a few weeks ago, and as I am sure Molly will come back and report about her own wedding day, the day was Mary Poppins perfect (you know, practically perfect in every way). I’m not naive, I know that it was only perfect because I ripped my hair out planning everything down to the last detail. I even took apart my shoes and glued a button on them because I convinced myself I need just one. more. project.

Here we are awkwardly crouching in the woods and kissing on the wedding day during our over-planned “first look” moment.

You want to know what I didn’t plan for? Real life.

That Husband was living in Dallas without me during the time of our engagement so I had no idea what I would be moving down to find. Our first night at “home” as a married couple did not turn out the way I had planned. There was no carrying the fair maiden over the threshold and welcoming her to the new abode.

There were dirty dishes. Dirty dishes that were 2 weeks old.


And worst of all, no bed. Sleepover time was not quite as fun as when I was 12. Sometimes in the middle of the night I reached my arm over my head just to make sure he was still there. Maybe I was just dreaming that we ended up getting married?

That was our first night together at home, the next morning we got up and started moving from the slightly trashed 1 bedroom apartment to a 2 bedroom apartment in the same complex. We didn’t even fight one time (I had anticipated we would fight at least twice) and our mattress was delivered as promised so things were looking up.Then we went to bed and woke up to find ants. Ants in my pants. Literally. And in the sheets, and on the pillow, and crawling all over us. We flicked them off and pinched them between our fingers and washed them off of our clothes and down the drain.

We ordered a gas dryer for an apartment that only supports electric appliances. Rookie mistake. I’m blogging from the business center because the internet won’t be set up in our new apartment until sometime next week. I lost one of my wedding bands in the move. [Editors Note: The band has since been found! Hooray for unpacking. Also we finally have the wireless hooked up at home so I am able to blog from the couch again.]

Married life is hard. I’m 11 days in and it’s already tough. But having that one person to share everything with is so worth it. We are one, in every sense of the word. We have never shared our beds with each other before this, and there are few things better than reaching for his hand at 3 AM. Or the way it sounds when he calls me wife.