Filling Out Nicely
Everyone notices that I’m getting fat these days. When asked about the married life, about the only thing as noticeable as the broad smile on my face is the paunch of my waist. When people assume that the married life is the good life, it truly is the life of wings.
We still date. Often. And that means eating out every now and then, and when we’re on the run, catching up with our favorite poisons at the local drive thru. It’s good when you’re doing it, because you’re caught all up in the sauce, literally and figuratively.
I’m cool with that, because my wife has kept up her face up enough to conceal her laughter when she says "I love the way you look." Unfortunately, everyone else is taking detailed notice of my personal expansion.
Church, work, everybody notices the emerging look, and they certainly aren’t shy about letting me know, although its definitely in a nice way. "You are filling out quite nicely since you’ve gotten married," or "you are putting on some weight, huh? You should be glad you have a wife that cooks like that."
Like that?
Yeah, she cooks like that, and it looks like I’m eating like that. The funny thing is, I fully expected everyone to be invested in our marriage, but not to the point that my pants size would be an integral part of of the investment.