While reflecting... here are a few tidbits I've learned/become more aware of since June 16th.
1. Cereal and ice cream could be their own food groups in Spencer's world.
His diet concerns me. My concern for his diet concerns him. I'm not some crazy health freak, but I catch myself monitoring his late night snacks and making jokes like "I can't wait to administer your insulin one day." Still, I can't help but smile when he comes in to our room with his text books and moose tracks.
2. I rule the TV.
I don't know if this is just some honeymoon treat that Spence is providing me with, but I don't feel like I can ever go back now. He says that he hates the Kardashians, Snooki and all of the Pretty Little Liars... I'm not buying it.
3. Sharing money with someone is weird.
When deciding if we should keep our finances separate or combine them, we didn’t hesitate to combine. That is NOT a decision I regret, but it is one that is taking some serious getting used to. Turns out as newlyweds, in school and getting settled MONEY CAN BE TIGHT. Every penny counts. I know it has made me more accountable for every dollar spent… and more neurotic. I have had to learn (and am still trying to learn) to keep myself in check. I am WAY more likely to log in to the accounts and to have a follow-up interrogation to call to my husband… ‘you spent $4.82 at Maverik??’ Note to self: check yourself, Caroline.
This can sometimes be closely related to my
next tid bit …
4. Spencer is patient. Like, really patient. Sometimes too patient.
I don’t think I like it anymore then the next
American, but Spencer SWEARS he has consumed more mexican cuisine since
marrying me than ever before. It has resulted in him referring to himself as Spencer Martinez. He does include Taco Time,
however, so his interpretation is loose.
6. Conflict is not (always) a bad thing
Being a people pleaser, I’ve
always hated conflict. I’ve avoided it at all costs. In fact, I’m pretty sure
that I thought if there was conflict in my relationship, it meant that I had a
bad relationship and that I was a bad person. I mean, that’s how it works...
right? You have conflict, you can’t seem to resolve it, and then you break up.
In marriage, I’m learning that conflict actually can benefit us if I’m
willing to engage it. We talk about it. Maybe even argue.
Maybe even raise our voices (or cry, in my case). In some cases it has made me feel closer to him when it is all said and done though.
7. I miss my Mom.
Really, I miss my whole family. I know they live no more than 10 minutes away, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't cry half the nights of the week after leaving their nest and moving in with my husband. I never thought I was ANYTHING like my Mom, but getting married and moving out of her home has really reminded me of how awesome she is... and we have THAT in common. Good thing I have my phone and car.
I love you, Spence. Thank you for the last month. I look forward to many,many, MANY more.
PS: I'm a blogging ruhtard. Hopefully I get the hang of this....
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