So, I was on pinterest looking up love quotes tonight. We
had Matt’s old roommates over and we had just started settling down for the
night. (Okay, I was. Matt was cleaning, but I think that’s his version of
getting ready for bed in a way.)
When I came to the last one, I looked up at Matt. He was
putting away the laundry. (That is my least favorite chore ever. A few nights
ago, I even had a dream that Matt married a second wife just to do the laundry,
because he got sick of doing it.) He saw me grinning at him, and accidently threw
a sock at my head. I threw it back at him a few times, before he came over and kissed me.
I love our marriage. We’ve been married almost 10 months, and
every day I like it a little more. We fight. We laugh. We discuss random
things.
Last night I read a book on Matt’s lap while he played xbox.
When I wanted him to read part of what I was reading, he would pause it or have
me read it out loud, and then talk to me about it. It felt like a pretty perfect night.