I never thought I'd say this, but...

I am loving marriage. I spent the entire time we were dating with my eyes over-wide constantly searching for whether this was the path I wanted and preparing myself for the difficult stuff I knew I was walking into.

I didn't spend a lot of energy squealing about how excited I was. I didn't feel super excited; I felt sure. The Mr. was the man I wanted. I had no doubt of that. But there was some unexpected opportunities for growth that came with him that I was constantly pondering. Not to mention the slew of information I have about divorce and feminism that was swirling around in my head.

I made this choice very consciously and carefully. It has been a very serious and sacred matter to me. And here, on the other side of our beautiful ceremony and carefree honeymoon, I love him more than ever. I love going to bed with him and showering with him and laughing and/or crying with him.

I feel seen and listened to by my Heavenly Father. My heart has been singing praises of unending gratitude for two weeks now.

Squee! I married my favorite human.