I like the memory of being carried over the threshold with our automatically closing door making it that much more memorable. I like not having to kill the bugs. There have been two. I like having a nightly prayer partner and pillow talk buddy. I like husband-planned living room dancing even if it's amidst tarps from my table-painting projects. I like the way my anxiousness was eased when D suggested that it's good that we don't do everything perfect at first [house keeping, decision making, etc.], that learning is a part of the process. For a somewhat quiet fella, he has those zingers that make me want to drop everything and grab my quote book. I like that we laugh at ourselves for hanging crooked curtain rods [my bad] and irresponsibly rewarding our wall-mounting efforts with non-budgeted pizza. I like seeing girl friends and knowing nothing has changed. I like that I have finally
I am baffled by how quickly the minutes flew between our first date and our wedding day. Or my last day of high school and first day of my big girl job. I'm not convinced that my running feet ever hit the ground. I guess I have a quiet fear that the rest of life will be like that. That I'll never be able to soak enough of it up. I want to pile up the sweet times and roll around in them. I want to sit cross-legged, face-to-face with the trials and learn from them. I don't want to rush to future times of life even if it means a different home with [possibly] more inhabitants or a grocery budget that allows for more creativity and fancier cheeses or even schedules that coincide more gracefully. I want to remember and absorb and cherish. Right now I'm focused on basking as a newlywed. And I like it.
P.S. If you are like me [your husband is at work, you are already in your lounge pants, and you are an avid pageant fan], Miss Universe is on tonight. I'm pretty sure you can watch it on their website if you are also like me in the way that you don't have cable. Also, please join me in my pre-pageant-watching tradition. Very few things make me cry from laughing. But this. This does it every time.
Bless her heart.