The Right Choice

When my honey and I first sat down with our officiant, one of his first comments was that this wasn't the first relationship for either of us. What he meant by this is that we'd both experienced other people and knew (more or less) what we were looking for in a life partner. I thought I knew what he was talking about at the time, but now I think I truly understand.

Yesterday was one of my honey's and my first days off together since we got home from our honeymoon. We painted our living room. It was a perfect day, and I couldn't help thinking back to the last time I did any "remodeling:" my ex kept complaining about how much of a hassle it was going to be to paint, and it was going to take so long, and it probably wouldn't even look that good when it was done, so we might as well not even bother. So I waited until he was out of town and painted while he was away (he came back and said how amazing it looked--which wasn't enough to convince me that he should stick around as long as the wall color). This time? My honey helped with the prep work, helped with the painting, and even made me a cocktail while I was painting. It was a relaxing activity, and had a result I will be enjoying for a very long time. I definitely made the right choice.

An Observation on Married Life

People keep asking me how I like married life. My response? About the same. I'm still the same person. My honey's still the same person. We still have a dog and a cat. We still live in the same place. We still have the same jobs, eat the same foods, enjoy the same pastimes. The only things that have changed are that the government now acknowledges our relationship, and we have the same last name.

Coming Home

Our wedding was great. Our honeymoon was even better. Now that my honey and I have been home for a week, we're starting to settle back into a routine. Although, I have to admit that after being together pretty much 24 hours a day for two weeks, I missed him when we both went back to work.

To re-live some of the magic, I am posting the lyrics for "Sunny and 75" by Joe Nichols, which was our first dance:

A yellow two piece, black Ray Bans
Your bare feet covered in sand
White jet trails across the blue sky
Your ponytail showing off the sunshine
Like a postcard, out of nowhere
You get to me, you give me that smile and

I'm somewhere, somewhere sunny and 75
You and me on a beach chair
Yeah, I'm so there every time I look in your eyes
Kissing you and the salt air
I can taste it, I swear
Take me somewhere sunny and 75

It doesn't take much for you to move me
Just the way you're leaning into me
It's a holiday when we're together
I wanna stay with you forever

Somewhere, somewhere sunny and 75
You and me on a beach chair
Yeah, I'm so there every time I look in your eyes
Kissing you and the salt air
I can taste it, I swear
Take me somewhere sunny and 75

You're like the fast lane West bound
You feel like a windows rolled down
I cant wait until we get there, somewhere

Somewhere sunny and 75
You and me on a beach chair
Yeah, I'm so there every time I look in your eyes
Kissing you and the salt air
I can taste it, I swear
Take me somewhere sunny and 75