This entry has been awhile in the making. Lately, I’ve been having a hard time focusing on putting anything into words, so please excuse this entry if it’s poorly written, hard to understand, or an otherwise pathetic attempt at writing.
Jenny and I have been married for over a month now. The past month has been spent on a multitude of tasks, small and large. We’ve been working on things like health insurance, Jenny’s name change, catching up past bills, and others. The large task before us has been preparing to move on November 28th, which is only a couple of days from now–a task we’ve allowed to spectacularly sneak up on us. With literally only three full days to complete our packing, we still have a tremendous amount of items to clear up. Jenny’s off work today, and will be working toward that end, while tomorrow, we both work. Fortunately, I’m off on Tuesday (the day before the move) to complete the last-minute packing and details–hopefully.
It’s a strange feeling. I’ve been married for two weeks, but it feels like a lot longer than that. It’s very hard to believe that only two weeks ago, Jenny and I were standing in front of all those people, professing our love for each other, and saying our vows. So much has occurred since then: we went to Las Vegas; came home; went shopping; went to the Renaissance Festival; gotten paid; received more wedding gifts; returned to work; and now, Jenny’s at home for the weekend, and I’m at work, thinking about how strange this feels.
After two weeks, I’m growing more and more used to wearing my wedding ring–something I thought I’d never get used to. I’m still very much aware of its presence, but it’s become less uncomfortable. I’m not one to wear jewelry, so to have this ring on 24/7 is quite different than what I’m used to. Nevertheless, one can get used to anything, if given enough time. Another thing I’m trying to get used to is referring to Jenny as my “wife”. I tried not to say it very often before we were married, even corrected people when they said it. After all, until October 20th, 2007, Jenny was my fiance, not my wife, despite the feelings to the contrary. Of course, now she is my wife, and I’m still trying to get used to saying it. I like how it feels to talk about my wife, though.