Good married

I had that moment again today– the “Whoa, I’m married” moment.

I spent the evening organizing our closet and doing laundry, and then woke up this morning and did more laundry and ironed while catching up on my DVR. I drank coffee and sang along to Glee while pressing Brian’s shirts for the week to come. Brian got up and chatted with me from the couch drinking his coffee and crunching his toast.

Later we were getting reading to go to an indie craft fair I’m crazy about. I was drying my hair and thinking about how satisfied I was right in that very moment, when it hit me… I’m married. I yelled it.

Brian replied from down the hall, “Good married or bad married?”

“Good married, B. It’s always good married.”

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