One week and a day

That's how long we've been married, but who's keeping track.

Our first week off from wedding planning was a shot back into reality. Your coworkers may be happy for you but the work itself doesn’t care about recent milestones reached nor does it stop to let you bask in wedded bliss. So we’ve had to steal those moments for ourselves.

Since the wedding, Hal and I have been eating pieces of the 8” round version of our wedding cake the bakery gave us to enjoy. I think we’re supposed to freeze it and eat it on our one year anniversary, but the idea of defrosted wedding cake didn’t appeal to either of us so we’ve been indulging ever since. We’ve actually gone so far as to slice pieces together as if we’re at our cake-cutting ceremony all over again. Admittedly, I get a kick out of it every time.

On Friday we received our marriage license in the mail. We were so excited. Hal was the first to see the envelope and called me immediately because he knew whatever my mood, this was going to make it even better. It kind of felt like our officiant was pronouncing us husband and wife all over again.

Most of the time, the every day is very similar to pre-married life but those moments when we’re reminded that we’ve just celebrated a life-changing milestone are surreal in a refreshing, almost exhilarating way. The other day, Hal realized that he didn’t even feel his wedding band, he’d gotten so used to it already. He was really excited about that, which didn’t surprise me since it’s always the little things that make us so happy. I went out Saturday night to pick up pizza and almost became giddy when I got to tell the pizza guy that my husband was being really indecisive about what he wanted.

They say don’t sweat the small stuff but there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the small moments.