Many of my friends ask what it’s like to be married.
Being new to marriage, I at first offered generic answers. But now that I’m a little over a year into my promise, I’m seeing that my first marriage lesson is that of true companionship. It is not like dating. And, contrary to single’s belief, marriage doesn’t mean that I automatically have a date every time I want to see Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight on a Friday.
He’s my companion and my love, but he is not at my beck and call. We’re individuals with individual interests. We need to spend time apart. We love to spend time together. I’m not a huge basketball fan. He’s not really into the Legend of Zelda. We’ve learned how to catch perch, clean a skate (related to the stingray), play on opposing Fantasy Football teams and keep each other well-fed even when we both have the flu. I call his mother. I Facebook with his sister. I’m friends with his cousins. I cook dinner and get beers for his friends. I was there for him – and so was my family – when his cousins died in a horrible accident. I’m also there for him – and proud of him – when he’s happy and doing interesting things like winning at DJ Hero or volunteering at a local museum.
He, in turn, comes to all of my crazy family gatherings and has joined my family, dues-paying club. He runs into my great-uncle at Home Depot and rather than turn the other way, carries wood to my 87-year-old uncle’s car and makes sure he gets off OK. He picks up my friends from the airport. He took a “guys” football trip with my uncles. He reads every single article that I write. Quite dear to my heart, he washes dishes. He sat silently by my side and squeezed my hand as I attended several heart-breaking funerals this year. He even stepped in to be a pallbearer – something he did not have to volunteer to do. He reminds me to chill out, sit back and relax. He tells me I’m a wonderful cook. And he doesn’t complain too much when I turn up the heat because I am perpetually cold. He challenges me to trust myself.
I know more about him now than I ever did before, but I can’t quite articulate what it is that I know. I do know for sure that he is really, truly my best friend and his knowledge of how I operate is almost up there with my mom’s knowledge. I also know for sure that we are both very much in tune to how the other one feels. It’s kind of like a vibration.
And let me tell you, I didn’t know him like that when we were dating. I didn’t know him like that when we were engaged either. I swear that saying vows is some kind of spiritual magic, if you will. It is a heart-bind that ties you in a spirit way to your significant other. Love. God. Magic. To me, God is magic. God is also love. These magic marriage ties are powerful juju and nothing to be trifled with.
This is not to say that we haven’t had some snafus. We have hung together through some pretty heady circumstances this year. And in many ways, I like to know that he is my rock in the storm. I am also his. We stand.
We are building our house on stone, not sand.
The first year of marriage is…. sweet.