You know, me and Brooke have been married for one year and four months today (and yes, I counted the months on my fingers to make sure that was right). Being married is fun, way better than dating or being engaged. When you are dating it is so stressful and expensive. You take the girl out, you try to be creative, and your always wondering "Does she like me" and "Is there something hanging out of my nose?" Then of course you meet the parents and the friends, and they meet your friends and family (which in my case was always a scary proposition, but luckily I didn't date much). Dating is fun and exciting, but it wears you out.
Being engaged is like dating, except you are throwing out even more money for tuxes and flowers and rentals and bachelor parties (the latter being the most important aspect of an engagement). You are planning the wedding, figuring out the honeymoon, and trying to figure out where you are going to live and whose stuff you will use for the furniture. Actually, that last thing is usually easy, it's the girl's because a leather couch and a set of rails and a mattress usually don't work as "furniture" for a girl. Other things that don't work: bright green dishes with chips in them and movie posters for wallpaper. Just my observations though. Engagement is fun, but it sure is busy.
Then you get married. Yeah! The wedding is fun, but you always need to refer to the videotape to remember it all. The honeymoon is a blast, especially spent in Disney World, but over too quick. Then you come back and it is just you and the wife (or husband, depending on who "you" is). At first it is funny, you do your best Ricky Ricardo impression coming in the door at night and feel awkward that you don't have to go home at the end of the night. You spend a good two days trying to figure out how to fit all your clothes in the same closet and come to the conclusion that you might just need two computers, because you can't both be on Facebook at the same time with one. It starts to sink in a bit.
After a while, Ricky Ricardo loses his accent and you sound more like Dick Van Dyke coming in the door, sans the 50's clothing. Life becomes comfortable as you get used to the way your permanent roommate does things. Luckily, we both agree that the toilet paper should always go over the top, but I still believe you put groceries in the trunk and not the backseat. It takes a few trips to Wal-Mart and Kroger, but you finally compromise on what groceries to get so you aren't buying Jif and Peter Pan because that is what you are used to. All we heard before we got married is how hard the first year is, and while it wasn't all roses and puppies, it was a pretty good time. The only time we fight is apparently while we sleep, as I wake up with an elbow in my side and Brooke has an armpit in her face.
When I was single I thought that being married was like dating, except it is every day instead of just on the weekend. But we definitely don't eat out as often, because apparently 2 paychecks do not equal 1 + 1 paychecks, somehow. Go figure. And now we are just part of each other's families, instead of just a guest in the house (and Mama Yeiser definitely likes me more than Brooke... I'm not the second favorite child). I no longer worry if she likes me, I know she does, and I use her to check for things hanging out of my nose. It's pretty cool to have someone to share everything with, your good stories and bad days, your worries and fears, your money (especially when you are still in school and don't make enough in a month to pay for rent).
When I was single I worried about the unknowns of marriage, kinda like you worried in elementary school what high school would be like and if you could ever survive there... and when you were the nerd in elementary school that was an even bigger concern. But just like high school, marriage has turned out to be better than I could ever have imagined. Single life was good at the time, dating was pretty fun, engagement was rather stressful but exciting, but marriage, so far, is the best. I know, I know, we have lots of time left. But so far so good!
Pictures of the house decorated for Christmas coming soon! (read: when Tyler stops being lazy and finishes hanging lights)