Falling into marriage has been the easiest transition yet. We had a big party, we went on an awesome vacation, and then we came back to a pretty normal existence. My first day back to work, I got stranded at a gas station thanks to a lazy, aging battery. It was cold, frustrating and a total reality check: Yup, the honeymoon was over.
But the easy, breezy vacation-like stage of our relationship wasn’t—isn’t. We still want to spend every minute together, still have more fun alone, together, than with anyone else, and still look forward to seeing each other at the end of an 8-hour shift. We still hold hands during Supermans and text from different lines at the mall. I still daydream about our wedding, smiling at the thought of his face while we stand in front of all our people and let them in on our little secret.
Legend has it the first year of marriage is the hardest. Granted, that’s surely a hold-over from the days cohabitating sans-rings was a sin, but we haven’t found that to be true. The first year of living together wasn’t even the hardest. Logically, that can only mean the hardest is yet to come (cough, children, cough) but I like to think the hardest part is behind us.
After all, we spent 26 years living without each other. And there’s nothing that could be harder than that.