WARNING: I say 'weird' a lot in this post. Like A LOT. And there may or may not be a monster photo dump at the end as well. Consider yourselves warned.
I’m still working on ‘the post’. It will be at least
another 3-4 weeks before we have our photos and video, and honestly once I got my dress on I only remember maybe 30
minutes of the whole night. It's not even a continuous 30 minutes at that-more like random flashes so I’m hoping the pictures and video will help jar my
memory. Until then you get this other thing I’ve been mulling over since the
wedding.
As of today Mr. Wonderful and I have been married for two
whole weeks. The thing I get asked the most is “how’s married life?” My reply?
Weird. Married life is a lot of things-but weird tops the list for me. Now don’t
get me wrong. I am not unhappy or complaining. I love Mr. Wonderful more than
anything and I am so happy he chose me to share this adventure with, but it’s
still weird. A good weird, but weird nonetheless.
It’s weird to be Kristen Newman…Mrs. Newman…Sister Newman.
It’s weird that the Seinfeld reference I thought was so funny when we first met
(‘Hello, Newman’) is now one of the most annoying things ever. It’s weird to
know I’m done looking for my Eternal Companion-Mr Wonderful is my guy,
forever and ever. It’s weird to have him come home and snuggle up next to me every
night rather than call me on his way home from work as I’m falling asleep. It’s
weird to be budgeting money and sharing the expenses with him after I’ve been
doing it by myself for so long. It’s weird learning how to sleep on a side vs
the middle of the bed (the act of ‘star fishing’ makes sharing a bed with
ANYONE problematic). Although he had seen me not looking pretty before the wedding it’s
weird for him to see me with the sleep in my eyes, morning breath, grumpy ‘just
leave me alone and let me wake up in peace’ demeanor, and bangs that stick
straight up (no joke) when I very first wake up--every single day. It’s weird living
with someone after ten years of being alone and getting used to each other’s
quirks. It’s weird that all it took was a 20 minute ceremony for sex to be ok (and
encouraged) after 33 years of waiting. It’s weird that I have a whole new family
that loves and accepts me and it’s weird how I instantly loved them back. It’s
weird to go grocery shopping for two and to make food and know that half to two-thirds of it
is not going to go bad before it gets eaten. It’s weird to be buying milk twice
a week. It’s weird to not be stressed all the time about dating, getting
engaged, or planning a wedding and constantly being on the brink of a
melt-down. It’s weird how easily we transitioned from ‘dating’ to ‘married’-especially
Mr. Wonderful. He is like a duck in water. It really has been an awesome thing
to watch, marriage totally suits him. It’s
weird how jarring it is to go from planning a wedding to being married and how
quickly everyone’s lives go back to normal after you’ve been running at Mach
speeds for so long (this change happens quite literally overnight). It’s weird
that it’s not all about me and my wants and needs anymore; and it’s weird to constantly remind myself ‘I’ is now an ‘us’, and there is another person to consider when I
make decisions because they don’t just affect me anymore. There’s an us here
now.
So yes, being married is weird. But it’s also pretty
fantastic. Although all the things I mentioned are weird, they’re pretty
freaking awesome, too. I just wish people would have told me how weird it would
be, and that this surreal, weird feeling is completely normal!! I also wish I had taken the people who DID say this to me seriously. Now I will reiterate it for you to ignore like I did:
Marriage is fantastic. But it’s weird. And an adjustment-even when you’ve been
together as long as Mr. Wonderful and I. I’m learning no couple is exempt from
this, but that’s ok! It’s an adjustment looking at your new signature and
realizing that you’re still you (just new and improved), or remembering the
hand turning the key in the lock at 11:30 at night is supposed to be there so
there’s no need for your pulse to quicken and your adrenaline to race.
So yes, it’s weird. They don’t call it a major life change
for nothing. And you know what I’m learning? It’s ok for it to be weird. There’s
nothing wrong with me because it’ll be weird for the next little bit. I had 33
years to get where I was before, and no matter how wonderful and right this
change is it’s going to take more than two weeks for me to get used to where I’m
going next. And you know what? That gets to be ok. Good thing I have a pretty awesome,
supportive, amazing, loving man by my side. That helps a lot with the weirdness,
too. This marriage thing was a pretty good idea, after all. I highly recommend
it. Oh, and as promised here's the photo dump to get you by--thanks to the fantastically talented Nancy for taking them!
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| With daddy. Look at those lashes!! |
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| LB2 was in a car accident (he's ok!) and was in the hospital so he was unable to attend. I am SO grateful for modern technology and friends with iPads so we could Facetime him in!! |
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| Waving to LB2 on the iPad during the ceremony. |
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| You bet there's a zombie on this! |
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| Mr Wonderful wanted cupcakes, so he got cupcakes. |
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| I don't know what this is... |
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| I'm sorry Megan. I LOVE this picture and your "wow this is heavy face" too much! |
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| Dancing with my daddy. |
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| My handsome Groom dancing with my momma |
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| I have silly nieces |
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| My beautiful niece who wanted nothing more than to dance with me all night. She even called last night to ask when I was getting married again. Once is enough for me, baby girl. |
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| Being scary with my nieces. |
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| Yep. She's gorgeous. And my friend. Lucky!! |
