(In reality, my perfect day would consist of an early morning, a delicious breakfast, some great exercise, some spa time -- massage, manicure, pedicure -- a yoga class, dinner at a fantastic restaurant, then a glass of wine and a movie before snuggling into bed at a reasonable hour -- does that make me old??)
Anyway, it is hard to believe that it has been six months since I walked down that aisle, er, dirt path, but I am SO very glad we did. The Hubs and I have been together for just over three years total - when we met, referred to him as The Salesman, and later The Manfriend, and now The Hubs. We had talked about marriage since day 1. Well, technically since date 2 -- both acknowledging that it was something we wanted in our lives, and it wasn't that much longer until we both started thinking that it was something we wanted with each other. We've been together since our very first date. There have been bumps in the road, of course, and I think that the idea of marriage was a little terrifying to both of us -- after all, you don't get to be single and in your mid-30s without experiencing a little bit of anxiety at the idea of going from "me" to "we," but I am so very glad that we took the plunge.
To be honest - it has been a lot easier and more rewarding than I expected. Everybody told me "the first year of marriage is the hardest," and if that is true then I cannot imagine how it will get easier from here on out -- we live together well; we partner to get things done. We have fun together, and are respectful of each others need for alone time. We have chores fairly wordlessly worked out (I am the cook, the grocery shopper, and the dish-doer; he does the laundry and most of the yard stuff), and have started to settle into a routine. I always look forward to seeing him at the end of the day, and although I was nervous about it initially, I LIKE having somebody to share in decision-making and big choices -- it is a sounding board that I've been without for a really long time, and better yet, one that I trust completely.
Anyway -- my point in writing all this was to say that it has been a pretty perfect weekend, with my favorite person in the whole world -- not doing anything particularly special, just taking time to enjoy each others company and tune out everything else.
And on that note, I leave you with the 1972 words of Lou Reed:
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Off and running,