my married life

laughing our heads off in aruba

my first post as a married woman!

i am working on a more lengthy entry about the wedding (it was perfect) and the honeymoon (the most fun nine days i've ever had) but i wanted to give you a quick peek into my married life, so far. because i can't tell you how many times i've cried in the last two weeks—from laughing so hard.

after all the delays and detours and dramas and teeth-gnashing, i do believe michael and i have taken to marriage like ducks to water. yes, it took us a while to get here but man do we love it. we're both giddy and smiley and really, really happy.

of course, this is how newlyweds are supposed to feel, but on sunday morning i took it to another level.

there i was, lounging on the couch nursing a slight hangover from a holiday party we'd gone to the night before. i'd already downed a bagel and was now sipping diet coke (breakfast of champions) when my sleepy husband emerged from the bedroom. i was in slouchy green yoga pants, my college sweatshirt, my glasses and a beige cable knit winter hat that i'd worn to the bagel shop and neglected to remove once i was back home. in other words, i was a sight.

he feigned offense that i hadn't bothered to get him a bagel (which i didn't only because when we got home from the party at 3 am he'd devoured the leftovers in the fridge from our big italian dinner friday night—how could he still be hungry?) and i, playing along, told him "go get your own breakfast!" then, just as i was taking a swig of diet coke, he made a comment regarding getting dressed like me, in sweatpants and a dorky hat, to go out and get himself a bagel.

now, michael is pretty much the most hilarious person i know, but his line yesterday wasn't exactly rip-roaring. it was just something in the way he said it, and the overall goofy mood we've both been in, that made me laugh. or, made me want to laugh.

i tried to swallow the soda in my mouth so that i could crack up freely, but it wouldn't budge. i couldn't get myself not to laugh and unless i wanted to subject myself to death by diet coke, i had to get it out. so i pulled a Mount Vesuvius and sprayed soda all over myself and the couch, which sparked michael to have his own laughing fit and only made me laugh harder.

it was so ridiculous. but this is how life has been for us and i am not complaining. i'm thinking (hoping) that this is what marriage is—living life with someone who can watch you spit up soda and love you all the same.

anyway, wedding details to follow soon.

mbm