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Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Just the two of us

I love when it’s just us, me and Tim. We have so much fun together, and it’s so damn fun to share a home, and kitties, and just be together. I always believed people when they said marriage was hard, but now I’m not sure why. And others when they said the first newlywed year the hardest. I assumed it would be hard to adjust to living with someone else, taking his life into account when living my own, and . . . it’s . . . not. It’s about the most blissful thing I’ve ever experienced. I love living with him more than living alone. (Now that’s a strange realization because damn did I love living by myself.) I’m so excited that I get to hang out with him for the rest of my life.

So visiting family and being with friends is nice and all, but the best part is when it’s just us.


Blogger Megan said...

I love that. It's so true. Just his presence is like an anti-anxiety pill. When you can sit, and not talk. When you're past the point of impressing each other. Just...be there. I love it.

8:40 PM  
Blogger molly said...

I'm with you, Ellie - I've not found marriage to be hard, either. I'm so happy you're happy.

9:30 PM  

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