There's nothing special about eight months.
Nothing monumental about the number eight at all.
And yet, today we've been married for that long.
And it's gone by very fast.
And we're loving it.
And we're really growing.
I love the man I married more now than before marriage.
Not that it's a surprise, I just didn't get it before.
But living with him has given me a new perspective on him:
His temperament, his character, his quirks, his strengths and weaknesses.
And for eight months, I've had a front seat to all of this.
And he's had a front seat to who I really am.
But really, it has been so good.
Even the not so wonderful moments - seriously anything can turn out for good and for growth!