Six Months In
Today is the six-month anniversary of my wedding day, and it doesn’t even seem like it’s been six weeks. Amongst all of laughter, good times, and house buying, it seemed more like an extended game of Monopoly than the beginning of the rest of my life. I have to say, the great times have far outnumbered the mildly annoying ones, and thank God for that. To be in a place that feels like happily married is tremendous, and I’m sure it shows.
In the first six months, I feel like I’ve gotten to know her a little better than I did before, adore the little things I never noticed before, and learn that I’m more like my father than I thought I was. Growing up, my father never liked lights be on in rooms that weren’t occupied or soon to be occupied. I’ve recently discovered that my wife likes to have lights on throughout the house, because she likes for the home to feel inviting.
Six months in, I’ve learned that I love understanding where my father was coming from on the light bill tip, and that my wife loves our new home just as much as I do. We should be getting a light timer sometime soon.