It is 5:51 and I am sitting at my kitchen table, waiting for Funnel to get home from work and enjoying my first quiet moment in this hectic day. 

Today, Funnel and I have been married for three years.  At this time, on this day, in 2006, vows had been said, rings had been given, photos had been taken, and our reception had just begun.   What a happy day.  I remember feeling wonderfully free and giddy and so deeply happy.  I loved that I was his wife, that I was his Mrs, that we now shared a last name and a home.   

For months after, I loved seeing our names printed together on envelopes that came in the mail.   I loved saying the word “husband” when I talked about him.   I would sometimes catch a glimpse of his ring, from the corner of my eye, and it would almost surprise me to see it there.  I fell in love with his morning hair, and ever-growing tee shirt collection and preference for 2% milk.

And after three years, not much has changed.

I hesitate to make comments anymore on marriage, because I have a pretty limited scope: I’ve only been married to one guy for three years, and that hardly makes me any kind of expert.   I really can’t even relate to other married couples because we all are so different anyway.  

But  based on my own experience: Marriage is wonderful.  It is challenging and sometimes hard, but the rewards are immeasurable. 

The other day, I was looking for something in one of our spare closets and happened upon our two shoeboxes full of memories.  When we were dating, we each started one seperately, and filled them with cards and letters and polariods and mix CDs.   They are so full now that we probably need to transfer them to something else.  But I had such a great time that evening reminiscing over our love story (which is my favorite love story… I’d take it over Noah and Ally’s any day.) 

My best tip for couples is not to forget your love story.  Revisiting those days, whether it is reading my old journals, or going through our shoeboxes, or even just talking with Funnel about when we met, never fails to make me feel renewed and happy and blessed.  I can’t imagine anything that we couldn’t get through together. 

So tonight I am feeling incredibly blessed and thankful that, somehow in this crazy world, I have found my counterpart, my best friend, my true love.

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