6 Months

Tonight, I'm blogging by lamplight while sitting on the bench at the end of our bed. It's my first night in this house alone. Keagan is away visiting some friends. It's strange- peaceful and quiet, but something just doesn't seem right. The humidifier humming in the background isn't quite as nice as my husband's voice, but it'll do...for tonight.

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Before I was married (or even engaged, for that matter), a group of us got into a conversation about sleeping habits. When I mentioned I always, always, have to have my arms wrapped around a blanket or pillow of some sort, they laughed and told me I was going to be really great at sleep-cuddling with my spouse someday.

They were wrong.

Turns out whatever I choose to wrap in my arms has to be able to be molded, squished, squashed, bent, twisted, turned, and fit into exactly what form I want it to be in. I'm not so great at sleep-cuddling. It's probably lucky for him, too. Space is nice. Sleep is nice. Cuddling can happen another time.

Luckily, the molding, squishing, squashing, etc. has not transferred into other areas of our marriage, yet.

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Friday marked our six-month anniversary of getting married. I think it's kind of funny how newlyweds tend to celebrate the six-month mark like it's some sort of huge accomplishment. It's supposed to have some sort of big significance, I guess. But honestly? Six months flew by. Maybe our rose-colored glasses haven't faded yet, but these six months have been so natural, so smooth, so...right.

I am amazed at how normal and natural it seems. I can't even begin to tell you how lucky I feel to come home from work to my best-friend- someone I can talk with, laugh with, and be incredibly goofy with. I've never had someone so interested in me before- who I am, what I do, what I want to do, all of it. It is beyond comforting to lie down next to someone, to wake up, to go to work, and to anxiously await spending the evening together. I feel blessed beyond belief.

Somehow, it's felt so easy to include another life with mine. It's wonderful to have someone to cook next to, eat with, sit on the couch with, walk with, run with, make faces with, and simply just be in the same room with. He is the easiest person in the world to get along with (at least for me), and I feel like I've had the simplest 6 months of my life.

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We were both just...ready...to start our lives together. After the years of dating long-distance, it is so much more natural and easy to be living under the same roof and getting to experience each others' lives face-to-face.

Don't get me wrong, these six months haven't been perfect. They have been good, but not perfect. It's really easy (at least for me) to look at something you're on the outside of, and see it as perfect, or highly desirable. I hope my 'marriage-bliss talk' doesn't make you feel like we have some sort of strange thing that you'll never get a chance to grasp onto or experience. We certainly aren't perfect, but we work well together. Our marriage is the best that it can be for us and for where we're at. This just feels like it is simply how it is supposed to be.

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Oddly enough, we celebrated our 6-month anniversary in sickness and in health. I was the sick one, Keagan was the healthy one. We were excited to spend Friday night eating out and watching movies before heading our separate ways on Saturday, but my body said otherwise. Instead, I slept for a few hours after work, as Keagan patiently awaited me waking up to half-watch a few episodes of our favorite shows before I fell back asleep again.Turns out a simple sore throat can really throw a girl to the ground for a few days.

Maybe that's okay, though. Maybe six months doesn't have to be a big, significant, celebration. Every day is a sort of celebration in itself- of friendship, companionship, and feeling like we've settled into something wonderful. That's what six-months have been so far. Nothing earth-shattering, nothing with deep-meaning or full of knowledge and experience. Just...right. Pleasant, enjoyable, and right.

The freezing rain/snow mix is pelting my window rhythmically. I guess that's my signal to drift off to sleep...