It Wasn't Love at First Sight

It was not love at first sight. 

It was actually kind of painful. 

The getting dressed up was fun. The shopping and curling and painting and primping. That part.

The awkwardness of going on date, dressed really nice, with someone you really didn't know all that well or, honestly, feel any attraction toward? Doing it because you didn't know how to say no? Not being a conversationalist and having to think of small talk?

 That was a little painful. 

But there he was, at my door, with a big smile on his face (a nervous smile, I've since learned) and blue flowers that he'd hoped would match my dress. They did. 

It wasn't love at first sight. 

But something happened, because two weeks later, he was my boyfriend. 

That didn't last so long, and three months after that, he was my fiance. 

Twelve months and twenty days from that first date, we became husband and wife. 

 That was six months ago. 

Half a year ago. 

I'm happy to report that life is not painful, awkward, nerve-wracking or embarrassing. 

Luckily, it was just that first date. 

Well, and the first couple weeks after that.

But marriage has been wonderful. We're learning a lot, growing, and loving it. 

Happy half-year to us!