We've been married for over six months now (!!) and every day I am more and more smitten with my mister. Marriage hasn't drastically changed our relationship, I don't think, but it continually reminds us to be good to each other.
Almost always, our life together is fun, romantic and magical. But we have days where we are both complete tools for no reason. I cried one day recently because I was tired and wanted Ryan to take me to a baseball game (?!?!). Ryan acted like a darsh the other day because he was anxious about some internship interviews he had coming up. These days, when one of us is behaving badly and the other is looking befuddled, someone cracks a joke and then we talk it out.
And that's what I love about our relationship. We've practiced and worked hard to fine tune our conflict resolution for the sake of each other, not just "marriage". Our married life is almost exactly like our dating life or our engaged life - two people in love, doing our best to make it work without killing each other or our neurotic dog. Maybe even having fun sometimes! (Aside - did I ever tell you about the time Ryan had terrible food poisoning for 24 hours straight and then Eva pooped all over our kitchen floor because SHE got sick too? Then how Ryan tried to offer to clean up the mess while simultaneously saying "GOD THAT SMELLS" while gagging? In sickness and in health, people, in sickness and in health...)
I hate the way I look in this photo, taken at a recent wedding we attended - my hair is weirdly helmetish, my arm looks enormous, my belt is askew, did I mention my arm looks enormous? - but I love it because of the way Ryan is looking at me.
And as long as he looks at me that way every day for the rest of our lives, our marriage will forever be worth the work.