So, it’s been 41 days since we said our “I Dos” and for the most part not a whole lot has changed. People keep asking me if it feels any different to be married and the answer is
…..drumroll…..
No. No it doesn’t feel any different after living together for over two years. I already know that Matt leaves his socks and sometimes his pants on the floor (I’m lucky if it’s the bedroom floor and not the living room floor) and he already knows that my makeup will be spread across the bathroom counter until the end of time. I know that Matt hates to do dishes, but will vacuum willingly. He knows that I will clean the bathroom, but that I hate to vacuum or wash windows. Neither of us like to make the bed. Or do laundry. Both of us love to cook.
But things have taken on a different meaning in the last 40 days. It means more to think about the future. Matt is the man with whom I will buy a house, have children and grow old. It means more to think about the immediate future. We share decisions and walk all the way through them together. We talk about every job application submitted and dream about where we would like (or wouldn’t like) to live. We budget our money together. We’ve stopped dividing household expenses 50-50 and have started utilizing a joint bank account. It means more to dream jointly. Those blurry dreams of home and family have become clearer. Seeing older couples at the bank makes me think of Matt and I and what we’ll be like in the future.
It is still weird to call Matt “my husband” even though he’s labeled as such in my phone and on facebook. It’s weird to get mail addressed to me with my new name. It sucked to wait 2.5 hours earlier this week to get my drivers license changed. But the grin Matt had on his face when I came home with the sheet of receipt paper with my picture and new name made it all worth it. ”That’s my wife!” he said.
And so, as cheesy as it sounds, here we go as Team Gapske!
