So today I was doing some thinking about settling and settling down. I've hit the almost 6 month mark of being married, and frankly... I don't feel married. What is married supposed to feel like?
My mom asked me how it felt to be a married woman about 2 months after the big day. I had to stop and think about it. I don't feel... married. Sure, I have a set of rings on my hand. I've changed my name legally. I KEEP FINDING things online where I need to change my name. I'm Jennifer Marquardt now. But am I any different? I still snore (and fart in my sleep according to my husband), I'm incredibly anal about laundry and dishwasher loading. I don't like onions. I love the color red and video games. I love my pop music mixed in with my heavy rock. So what's so different?
Today I had an epiphany: if you've married the right person, it's supposed to feel just like this. As comfortable as your favorite pair of jeans. The pair you don't mind playing in the dirt in. The pair you wear to your favorite events. The pair that has seen you cry and has held you while you threw up the overabundance of margaritas. Marriage isn't all about fireworks and roses, it's about waking up every morning next to your best friend. And after you wake up, you realize you don't want to be anywhere else.