Last month, May 7th to be exact, my husband and I celebrated one year of marriage. One whole year of being married. Tradition wise this meant it was time to bust out the frozen wedding cake, which my father-in-law graciously brought back all the way from Florida. And hey guess what else, it means we get a special wedding gift: Paper! (The cake was actually pretty delicious. At least for a day anyway.)
After a year I have certainly learned a lot about more about what marriage means. Marriage means:
- Having a nightly tug of war with the covers and insisting that the other person is a bed hog.
- Leaving that last little bit of toilet paper on the roll so you don’t have to be the one who has to go all the way downstairs to replace it.
- Pretending that the trashcan isn’t overflowing, hoping the other one will cave and take the trash out.
- Constantly trying to figure out where to eat or what to have for dinner.
- Always fighting over which movie or tv show to watch.
- Constantly having to find things in plain sight because my husband has male blindness.
- Hiding all delivered packages in your closet before your husband gets home so he doesn’t freak about you spending more money on “things you don’t need” (btw I always need more clothes)
- Trading in late nights out at the bar for staying in and watching a movie and falling asleep before it’s over.
Hilarious I know, but really all joking aside our first year of marriage was pretty great. We have made so many great memories and who knows what the next few years hold for us.