Two years and more

Last week got a bit busy, so I didn't get a chance to post as much. One of the things that made it busy was my wedding anniversary. As of last Wednesday, Jen and I have been married for two years. I can’t recall the exact moment when I stopped thinking of her as my girlfriend and started thinking of her as my wife—it took a while after the wedding for that to sink in. I’m not sure at what point I stopped feeling like the ring on my left ring finger wasn’t comfortable, and started feeling odd when I wasn’t wearing it. And I certainly cannot remember when I stopped thinking of Jen as someone I liked to spend time with, and started thinking of her as someone who was integral to my existence. But all of these things are true, and I would not change them for anything.
That is not to say that the last two years have been perfectly smooth. Of course not. We’ve fought, we’ve argued, we’ve disagreed. But we’ve always gotten past that, and I think we’ve gotten closer since the wedding, something I didn’t really think was possible (we had been together for years before that, after all). Someone asked me once, not long ago, how I thought the marriage was going. I thought it was an odd question. How is it supposed to go? And does it have a destination in mind? I don’t think so. I think marriage is a state of being, not some transitive phase. People ask how your job is going, or a project, but they ask you how your life IS. This is the same thing. My marriage is good—and it’s not going anywhere.
Happy anniversary, Jen. I’m so glad we’re in this together.