A year ago today, I got married.
The first year, it is said, can either be the easiest or the hardest. Like anyone else, Sarah and I have our ups and downs. We have our good and bad days. But, we’re better together because of all of it.
Together, we’re still learning what makes a healthy marriage.
Because we lived together for about two years before we were married, we were already well aware of each other’s habits, ticks and boiling points. We each know when the other needs time alone — even if I still don’t always take the hint — and we know when one of us needs a lift either physically or emotionally.
Despite our busy lives — she’ll say I’m the only real busy one — we still make it a point to eat supper together every night, spend time together on Saturday mornings and go to church as often as we can on Sundays. We try and do this regardless of whether or not some days don’t go as planned.
As you can probably tell by reading our newspaper, The Press has lost some very good people. Because of that, I’ve had to go back to working afternoons, evenings and weekends — something Sarah detested when I was the newspaper’s sports editor — to help bridge the gap as I train new reporters and editors. This has interrupted time we like to spend together, but thankfully, Sarah understands that my job is often demanding and requires a lot out of me.
Still, I prefer to remember our first year of marriage for the good memories.
Our honeymoon to New York City was an unforgettable experience we still talk about. The everyday adventures and moments we share with our dog, Noodle, entertain us. The little things we do for each other every day make us happy.
Now that I think about it, the first year of our marriage has been carefree and easy.
That will undoubtedly change in our second year.
In September, we’ll welcome a new addition to our family.
This month, Sarah enters her third trimester of pregnancy. Soon, there’s going to be a little Monke running around the house.
Life is about to completely change, so we’ve spent the past couple of months preparing ourselves. We’ve painted the nursery, bought clothes and furniture, taken tips from friends and disrupted Noodle’s routine so he isn’t completely thrown off when the baby arrives.
Our second year of marriage will no doubt be entirely defined by this, and we’re preparing for it.
But that’s still three months away. Lately — and today especially — I can’t stop thinking about my wedding ring.
Last June, wearing my wedding ring felt weird. That’s the only way to put it. I spun it incessantly and took it off every chance I got.
I feel naked if I’m not wearing my ring now. I constantly rub my finger, knowing it should be there.
This tells me much about how I feel about our marriage. If Sarah wasn’t there, I would know something would be missing. That’s why I’m lucky, proud and glad to have her by my side.
Love ya honey!