Our First Year of Marriage...Was Awful

Recently, two couples we know were engaged. This fall we attended a fairy tale wedding.  Unfortunately, these weddings and engagements make me... 

1.  Feel super duper old because the couple married was Sue's oldest son - whom I met as a boy MY SON's age now - and the weddings coming up? I was visitor at the hospital when one of them was born and the other couple is one of my other best friends son.  Apparently I have VERY old friends because I am just now 20 and I don't know why this boy taller than me calls me Mama.

2. They instantly make us recall our wedding and that makes us recall our first year of marriage.

3. Jake always begins to corner some poor couple and dispense upon them the stories of horror of our first year of marriage....which sorta ruins the entire bliss of "we'll live happily ever after."

He always begins with, "Our first year as horrible."  He then moves on to, "Hope you like hamburger helper," he then gags, "Cuz we lived on hamburger helper and..." he pauses to shudder, "I can't stand the thought of that stuff."

Today when he said this to the unsuspecting couple I waited for him to follow through with, "But we are happy now and she is a good cook."

Or even, "She can cook now." Or..."We haven't eaten hamburger helper in fourteen years,"

Also, it is worth noting, he won't eat hamburger helper and makes this huge stink about it but he WILL eat canned ravioli and spam.  Yes, spam.

Wait, maybe that makes me sound worse.  And this is my blog.  I like to look good here.

Today he did not follow through with how much better every part of our life is now and when we got home I *may* have cornered him on that.  "You have to follow through with something to look forward to, you can't just make marriage sound terrible.  And maybe they will be happy their first year of marriage."

To which a son will say, "I think you are eating ravioli this week, Daddy."  Which isn't really punishment, hamburger helper would be, however. 

So this is my Sunday rant....

If you are just getting married - guess what, marriage is tough.  It also can be the funnest adventure you have ever been on.  And it goes WAY faster than one can imagine.  

Our first year of marriage was terrible.  Our second year was rough, but better.  Our third year things finally started to click.  And we have seasons where things are rough.  Times when life just hurts.  But it was worth it to pull through.  It's bound to happen again too, tough spots, rough seasons.  But there is no one else I can possibly even imagine spending my life with.

Because I am head over heels in love with my husband. 

I think he kinda likes me too.

He does not, however, like hamburger helper.  Funny though, because the boys DO like hamburger helper and we eat it when he isn't home.

I'll end this ranting post with this video.  This song is sorta our theme song.  When it comes on we grin and say, "Hey, it's our song!"

And this is the song that Jake has been singing all afternoon.  He especially belts out, "Eating burnt suppers the whole first year."

He thinks he is soooooo funny.

I would not want to get married again.  I would like a big ol party with all my friends and me in a new dress but not a wedding reception again.  I would not ever to like to relive that first year we were married - ever.  As in ever ever ever, like Jake never ever wants to eat Hamburger Helper.   Then again, maybe it makes us appreciate us as a married couple now. 

 Am I glad we were married?

You bet.

And I have more fun with him now than I ever imagined, even in my most wild imaginative moments.  

Tough?  Yes.  Worth it?  Totally more than I could ever say.

Lovin' You Is Fun

My husband and I have a great time together.

I think that statement is a super understatement, by the way.

THIS song, I just love it.  It's a guy singing but every time it comes on, if I am near Jake, I have to lean in for a kiss.




Then Sunday came along.

Now, my honey likes me tease me but for whatever reason, Sunday's are usually my least favorite day of the week.  This Sunday he was sorta on my last nerve with his teasing - I can get emotional like that every once in awhile.  And on this Sunday I was running around trying to get dinner together, get the kids to look like at least they TRIED to attempt to get dressed and the one thing I do like about Sunday's - dressing up.  Because I just like to dress up.

Anyhow.

I was in the shower - finally (six of us and one bathroom is really showing it's huge problems lately) - and Jake was in the bathroom getting ready to go and he sprays this awful deodorant.

I don't get my guys and deodorant.  I mean, I know they need it but do we have to have spray deodorant with too strong scents that cause me to gag and choke and cough?  What happened to good stick deodorant and some great smelling cologne (for my husband, not for my boys...I don't think they need cologne yet.  Like, not till they are thirty two.)

I start coughing in the shower because I can't escape the smell, and my husband says, "What?  I think it smells good."

And thankfully I was in the shower so he didn't see my eye roll at that statement.  But he had been pushing all my buttons all morning and I was just...done.

But what he did next, it's forever inexcusable.....

He sprayed the deodorant OVER THE TOP OF THE SHOWER.  I am in the shower, unable to escape.  I am coughing and gagging and literally screaming, "What are you thinking?"

"I think if you really smell it you'll like it."

I hated the smell of it before.  Whatever the level is that is more than hate, that is where I am with that deodorant now.

And my Sunday?  Well, it required it therapy.  Therapy in the form of texting Morgan who then brought me a Starbucks to church.  I needed it.

And my husband, bless him, let me take a nap.  I needed it after all that.