Six weeks and counting...

Allright, so six weeks may be small peanuts to some of you...but it's pretty darn exciting for me, well, for us! It is so strange that our wedding was over a month ago. Now we're basically settled into our house - our home - and life as one has started. (Sorry, I don't have pictures to post yet...they are coming though, be patient.) This is going to sound cliche, and quite frankly I'm okay with that, but I will tell you without a doubt that we love eachother more each day. Here's another one for you: "We couldn't be happier." But it's the truth. I love being married. Dean and I have so much fun it's stupid. Not long after we'd returned from our honeymoon, he woke up before me and made us star-shaped eggs on star-shaped toast. (If you know anything about me, you know my love for stars. This was a big deal.) Marriage is great. I'd recommend it. It's spending every day with the same person and still being excited to see them the next day. It's being comfortable with not seeing eye-to-eye on the same point and not being upset, just loving the other for being different from you. It's bonding and freeing at the same time. It's wonderful. So you chuckle to yourselves, or maybe it's just a smirk, and you think, "Oh, just they wait until a little further down the road. Then they'll see." I've gotten that quite a bit. "You think you're happy now, sure, but then reality hits you. You'll wake up one morning and think, who's this slob next to me?" I tell you, it's a sad thing to hear people speak from experience on this subject. Me? I wake up in the morning, look over at my husband, relishing in how safe I feel, and think, "Where else could I ever rather be than right here? Here is right; here is where I belong." Life with throw us curveballs, of this I am certain. But I am also certain of something much greater than that, the powerful love and direction of God. It is why we are where we are, it is the driving force of our love for eachother, it is what will guide us through life.