Last night, I was struggling to sleep. I've been working very hard lately - painting and mowing the lawn and putting our home together and also still working at my job. I was so fatigued that I couldn't sleep. So Ryan gave me a massage with oils and soft music. He does this sometimes, and it is The. Best. While he was massaging my feet in the soft glow of our bedroom lamp, I felt so happy. This is SO cool to be married. To be a couple with him, just the two of us, together in the world, teammates through it all. I love being with Ryan.
Marriage is lounging in the living room on a Saturday night, after a great day of work and play, and saying to each other, "We should get out of the house." So you end up at a local desert shop eating a slab of dark chocolate cake and completely enjoying each other's company. Afterwards you say to each other, "now we should probably go home and eat some dinner."
Upward and onward,