For those of you married women, have you ever heard that the first year of marriage is the hardest? I am assuming this comes from the merging of two completely different individuals. Coming together in more ways than one and learning how to deal with the quirks and habits of each other. It's easy to see how stressful and difficult that could be.
Thankfully, God has blessed my marriage. This first year of marriage has been amazing! No complaints here! My husband is a Marine and a Musician all wrapped up into one beautiful package. While his hours aren't exactly 8am-5pm and weekends aren't guaranteed, we have had little issues interfering with spending time with each other. Grant it, there have been days where I have sat alone in the apartment because he was gone on a trip, but I can complain about little since many other wives in my position are experiencing long deployments.
When we first got married we had some spats. Most of which occurred in the car. Obviously we were not fans of each others driving. I can't imagine why he wouldn't like my driving? I fit very well in California since I am fairly aggressive. My hubs on the other hand, is much more defensive and passive in nature when it comes to driving. Allowing 20 people ahead of him, causing him to miss our turn might have happened.... But who's to say that's true or not? ;-) Okay, I may have exaggerated. A little. Something I've been known to do. Just ask the hubs.
Learning to be a wife also included my need to learn how to cook. Thankfully, I have my mother and grandmother's genes. So far, my journey into the kitchen and around a recipe has been somewhat easy. Grant it, I'm not making leg of lamb or Filet Mignon. My ego is still somewhat fragile for that kind of possible (MAJOR) failure. I also steer clear of such challenges because when I do miss a silly little ingredient, I tend to break down in a major way. Crying. Frustration. Taking it out on the hubby, etc. Yes, I do cry when I forget to add eggs to cookies. Or Milk to scalloped potatoes. I even bawled my eyes out when I premade some scalloped potatoes early and when I was ready to put them in the oven, they were all brown. It looked like nasty brown, mushy, mushrooms. Needless to say, I stormed off to my room and cried. Regardless of those issues of mine in the kitchen, I have made some pretty kickin' meals. Ask the hubs. He'd vouch for me. :)
I'm very excited to have survived my first year of marriage! Though, "survived" isn't exactly a good word because that implied something was a struggle. In all honesty though, if this is supposedly the "hardest year" then we are in for quite a ride. A ride of happiness, of course! Hopefully these next few months will provide enjoyment and excitement of a variety of kinds!
Here's to 65+ years of marriage.
(Our motto for our life together).
