This is so tiny, maybe even silly, that I'm not sure it's worth blogging about.
Tony was running himself a bath and also hanging up the laundry to dry while I was washing my face. He came out of the bedroom and looking into the washer, said, "I'm missing a sock!"
I stopped scrubbing and with soap on my face and hands, said, "Oh, it fell on the floor while I was carrying the laundry over but I didn't notice until the washer was going so I just put it back in the basket."
I went back to scrubbing my face. And then I stopped again, and thought, That felt like a very married moment.
I don't know why. It just did. Maybe because it was so everyday. Maybe because we were multitasking intimate things—bathing and laundry. Maybe because we were a team—I put the laundry in; he hung it up.
People ask me what it feels like to be married, if it feels different than before. It doesn't, not really. But sometimes these moments happen, and make me pause, Hey! We're married! This is what being married feels like. And they're tiny moments, moments most people would think are insignificant. But when you think about it, it's all of these tiny, seemingly insignificant moments that, when strung together, make up our life together.
P.S. Our wedding vows and untraditional reception.
(Photo by Kandise Brown)