If you read regularly, you’ll know lots of things about me.
1. I hate our Brita pitcher. https://thenewlywedwife.wordpress.com/2011/09/19/lesson-7-the-brita-and-i-dont-get-along/
and 3. I like to cook. https://thenewlywedwife.wordpress.com/2011/09/26/dinner-out-of-nothing/
You’ll also know that we have been married less than three months. Which puts us smack dab in the middle of the “newlywed” stage.
But yesterday as we were heading home from driving around looking for a car wash, I realized I didn’t really feel like a newlywed. And to be fair, I don’t know if I ever have.
Ok, let me back up.
On Saturday night after a day of hard work outside, we stopped on the way home to eat dinner at Noodles and Company. http://www.noodles.com/ (It’s so good. Trust me.)
We were standing in line and he leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, or maybe I did that to him. Either way, I heard that the lady behind me say, “They won’t do that once their married.”
Hesitantly, I turned around slightly, to see if she looked friendly. It was a middle-aged couple, both smiling, and laughing, and I smiled and asked quietly, “Are you talking about us?”
“Yea,” she smiled.
“We actually are married.” (Wow, that felt good.) “Only for a couple of months, but yea.”
“Ah…(more laughing and smiling) Well, that will stop after a few years.”
At this point Wyatt turned around and said something funny about how my sister, who has been married a coupe years, told him he’d eventually stop doing as many nice things for me “for no reason,” and there was more laughing. At this point I couldn’t help but notice that he put his arm around her and pulled her in a little half hug, and she tilted her head towards him. So maybe our little kiss challenged them into showing a little affection of their own. And then we moved up to the counter to order. I’m sure they were a nice couple, and that they meant well. I’m in no way saying their marriage will fail. But I disagree.
Because I’m not sure that will change. I mean, I certainly am happy and very much in love. But in no way do I feel that our marriage is in a heightened romantic, lovey-dovey stage. I mean, we’ve been together so long now, we even broke up for a little while, broke each others’ hearts, and then re-learned how to trust, love, and respect one another. If anything, since then, our relationship has just felt…real.
Don’t get me wrong, I am crazy in love with him. He makes me smile for no reason and wait with excitement for him to come home from work. I couldn’t respect, admire, adore, or appreciate him more. But I’ve felt those things for so many years already! I can’t imagine not feeling them, and every day I feel them more. But those don’t feel like “newlywed feelings.” I thought that was just what love felt like.
Now, I’m new to this newlywed thing, and clearly, I’ve never been at this stage of life before, so maybe everyone is telling me that the love we feel will “go away.” That only newlyweds “feel” their love, or “show” their love.
Goodness, I hope not. That’s the reason I married the man, after all, because I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life loving him.
So yesterday, after our hectic day of fixing a tire and driving around all over looking for a car wash, it hit me that we weren’t acting at all like “newlyweds.” We were acting like a couple. Acting like ourselves.
Which is exactly who I’d want us to act like.
And maybe Wyatt won’t always continue to lean over and kiss my cheek for no reason while we’re standing in a long line. But you know what? He’s been doing it for 7 years, so maybe he will.
And if he doesn’t? Well, we’ll cross that bridge if we get to it.
Or go find us a young newlywed couple to serve as inspiration.