8 weeks and counting

Well we've been married for 8 weeks this past Saturday. I feel like we have been doing so much since we got married, life seems to be busier now. We had Easter the day after we got back from our honeymoon, we've had 5 showers to go to, David graduated, and we've had Mother's Day. Every weekend there's been something to do it feels like. And it'll just keep on for the next few weeks with 2 weddings in June and then Father's Day. Not that we aren't having fun at these functions, because we are, but sometimes its just nice to just have a day or weekend of nothing planned and just see what happens. Maybe at the end of June we will have one of those weekends.

In order to keep perspective and not get lost in the busyness of life, I thought I would reflect on these first 8 weeks of marriage. I can remember how I didn't want to go to sleep at night because I didn't want to miss one conscious second of being married. Everything was exciting and I was a little sad for each day to end and for us to be separated by sleep. Now I welcome sleep, when I'm home that is, and enjoy watching David sleep late at night and early in the morning. I remember how I grieved the end of our honeymoon and the beginning of real life the Monday we both had to go back to work. He left at 630 that morning and I cried all day long. It was completely unexpected and intense. I cried when he walked in the door at 530, cried when he said the blessing at dinner, and cried when I had to leave at 620 that night for work. I thought I would be a wreck all night, but by the grace of God I made it through my 12 hour shift at the hospital without one tear. I remember going to get my Driver's License changed, my Social Security card changed, changing all my insurance information for work, getting my mail changed, and getting a joint account. I still have to get my magazines and credit cards changed.
So much change in a short period of time, and there's only more to come, with buying our first house, going back to school for a master's degree and getting a different job, and having babies.

In the midst of all the busyness and change that is inevitably coming our way, we have to remember to make time for each other everyday, which can be a challenge when 3 nights out of the week I'm at work, time for the Lord, and time for our little pet family. It's been fun figuring out how to live together and what really matters at the end of the day-unpacking another box or sitting on our porch eating ice cream at night. Life is good; God is good. I thought I was blessed before this whole new life, and I definitely was, but the blessings keep coming and the goodness of God is more and more apparent and I just keep thinking that the surface has barely been scratched. When I'm 100 I wonder what all of God I will have seen and experienced, if I'll even begin to be able to adequately express all that my heart will contain.

Truly, I am redeemed and am living a life that only the Most High God could have designed for me to live.