A few weeks ago our first married Thanksgiving.
Matt’s first married birthday.
Our first married Christmas will soon be here.
None of these felt like firsts. After sixish years of celebrating holidays mostly together with each others families it is familiar territory to figure out where we will spend each hour of our holiday. We trade every other year Christmas Eve and while I know both families would prefer we stay with them, neither have yet to complain 
I suppose I should file this under, “no, it doesn’t feel different to be married,” but sometimes I feel like this particular Christmas should feel differently than it does. And I can’t quite pinpoint why. I have a “our first Christmas” ornament on the tree, but it isn’t really our first Christmas. That was years ago, when we couldn’t quite figure out what to get each other, when we didn’t know each other’s likes and dislikes. Now, I figure it out a few weeks in advance and then spend the next two months reminding Matt of the holiday rule: Do not buy yourself anything from the beginning of November until after Christmas. And I leave hints for Matt beginning in October, knowing full well he won’t pick up on them until the day after Thanksgiving.
But, it’s our first married Christmas! Our tree is decorated, presents are wrapped, holiday music is acceptably on the radio and soon it will be Christmas Day!
