I have officially become a cliché.

I am a newlywed, and I am happily so.

I know, everyone’s happy their first few months of marriage. But it’s not as if we don’t have a few reasons to be frustrated. Andrew won’t be home until after 8:30 p.m. Again.

Parent-teacher conferences are sucking the life out of him, along with being observed by the vice principal yesterday.

There was a slight chance of snow today, and I found myself wishing for a snow day so I could have my husband to myself for a whole day.

This may not be unusual for most newlyweds, but I didn’t expect it of myself.

We didn’t live together before we got married. We didn’t even live in the same town. I was happily single for the most part before we got married. I know how to fill my time by myself.

But today I find myself unashamed at a new kind of contentment — sparked by nothing in particular — and glad to share my life.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s