So Paul and I have survived our first year of marriage. We celebrated by heading up to the Laurentian, hiking in the fall forests and a nice dinner out.
Everyone say that the first year of marriage is the hardest… and ours was definitely full of changes. We married, traveled to France, flew home because of family stuff in the New Year, had my baby brother move in with us, sold our condo, paid off most of my student loans, moved above the in laws for more space and to save money, adapted to life with a 20 year old (I love you little brother but there’s a big difference between 20 and 33), traveled again to Cuba, and started saving for our down payment. Like I said, our first year of marriage has been busy. And if the first year is really the hardest then I’m looking forward to year 2 being calmer, but I suspect it won’t be.
In between all the chaos that has marked this past year, I’ve learned so much about myself and my husband and I know that every year we spend together will only reveal more. It never ceases to amaze me how complex people are and how you never really know someone completely because time continues to peel back layer after layer even as we continue to grow into ourselves.
And I am immensely grateful for having a partner who encourages my growth and supports my many interests and projects.
The latest being a quilting adventure. We gave the blanket to the couple on Friday, last week and yay, it was a hit. It’s nerve racking wondering if all your time and effort is well received or if the recipient feels more like, yeah, I would have preferred something bought and less handmade. But as far as I can tell, that wasn’t the case, so I’m relieved!
Now on to the next adventure… couples gym membership. I have to cut back on the Nia because of my knee (too many quick movement and turning is making things worse again), so we’ve decided to join a gym together this winter. I’ve never joined a gym with a boy before… so we’ll see how it influences the dynamic.