Wedding Blog

One upside to Stone Age living has been that it’s given us plenty of time to spend paying attention to each other and our relationship in the first few weeks of marriage. We didn’t live together before the wedding, so the past two weeks since the honeymoon were our introduction to what it’s going to be like from here on out.

Honestly, it’s awesome being married. We both LOVE coming home to each other every night, and because we’re each enjoying ourselves, we’re nice to each other (most of the time). It’s been a self-perpetuating state of wedded bliss thus far.

That’s not to say that we haven’t had some difficult moments — because we definitely have.

For one thing, being married hasn’t made mornings any easier for Mr. Bunny. He is just not ever going to be a morning person, I don’t think. I’ve tried to be sweet and cheerful in the mornings even when he’s grumpy, but sometimes I really have to kick his butt to get him out of bed!

We haven’t had many opportunities to eat dinner together, so this morning I decided to make breakfast. I confess - I hoped that the smell of bacon and blueberry pancakes would sweeten Mr. Bunny’s usually-grouchy AM temperment.

It was not to be, however. It took four or five tries to get Mr. Bunny out of bed for Martha Stewart’s blueberry cornmeal pancakes (which I saw on Bakerella earlier this week). On top of that, I burned the bacon and turned our kitchen into a smoky disaster zone!

Fortunately breakfast wasn’t a total loss. I got to use our new dishes — white and turquoise Fiestaware — a new Kitchenaid whisk, Pyrex 8-cup measuring bowl, and a bunch of vintage glasses and dishes that my grandmother left me. (Mr. Bunny and I are renting her house. She moved in with my parents after my grandfather passed away last year.)

Once I got Mr. B out of bed, his mood improved considerably. He apologized for being a jerk (hrmph.), cooked me two perfect strips of bacon and took the burned pieces wthout complaining.

We ate pancakes — blueberry for him, chocolate chip for me — sipped orange juice out of vintage wine glasses, cleaned the kichen together and dozed on the couch for a few minutes before we had to leave for work.

Breaking in a marriage is like breaking in a pair of new shoes. You might have bought them because they look fantastic and make you feel like a million bucks, but it still might take days … or weeks … or months before the shoes stop rubbing your feet the wrong way, pinching your toes and giving you crazy painful blisters.

Three weeks ago today, I took the plunge, bought the shoes and threw away the reciept. This marriage may occasionally give me blisters, but I still smile every time I look down at my left hand. I’m loving every minute of it!

What have your “new shoes” moments with your significant other been — the ones that make you feel like a million bucks, happy to be alive and in love?