Today’s weather has been a true representation of our wedding day only nine short weeks ago – grey and oh, so very rainy. The last nine weeks have been a total whirlwind of joy, excitement and happiness for me and my new husband. We went on our Honeymoon, house-sat in various different locations, lost a dog, found the dog, redecorated our bedroom, attended and served at Hillsong Conference, and now starting to dream of the upcoming months.
I was warned by a few friends before our wedding that it’s easy to catch the post-wedding-blues but I’ve truly never been happier than right now. Engagement was such an amazing season for us both, don’t get me wrong, but there’s simply nothing better than marriage! I feel like we’re one now. I’m his and he’s mine, and there’s no changing that – not ever.
We’ve learned plenty more about each other over the past two months too. For example, he now knows that it’s pretty much crucial that I have a bubble bath before bed, regardless of the time we arrive home at night. And as for me, I’ve come to learn that he has the magical ability to not need 8 hours of sleep every night. In fact, he can survive on 3 hours sleep every day of the week without any complaints or issues just fine.
He’s a perfectionist and I’m not. If something seems as if it will take a lot of effort and time, I’m quick to kick the bucket and move on. But not Bradley. He will spend all the time in the world to complete said task, and make sure it’s nothing less than 100% perfection. I like to think that we balance each other out well.
I’ve also learned a few really helpful coping mechanisms for when he’s working away for a few days at a time. Creating a Netflix account and binge-watching Gilmore Girls has been one of them. Flicking through our wedding photos for the 10 millionth time is another.
A fairly big step in our marriage has been creating a joint bank account. At the end of each month, we chat about our spending and what big purchases are likely to be coming up. We decide what’s important and what’s not. He convinces me that I don’t need a Dyson hairdryer and I reluctantly agree.
Oh, but what I love the most about our 9-week-old marriage is that it’s ever dreaming about the future. We like to sit in coffee shops talking about how we’ll decorate our home one day, what we’ll name our many kittens (for him, puppies), and where we see God taking us one day.
Hey Bradley Maybury, I love being your Mrs Maybury. Fly home to me real soon – I’m running out of Gilmore Girls episodes.