Two Weeks In

It’s been exactly two weeks since we said ‘I do,’ and I keep catching myself staring at my ring like it’s going to vanish. The engagement ring felt exciting, like a promise of something coming. But this wedding band? It feels like everything changed and nothing changed all at once.

Marcus keeps introducing me as ‘my wife’ to literally everyone - the grocery store cashier, the mailman, his coworkers on conference calls. He says it with this voice like he’s announcing he won the lottery. Yesterday he told the pizza delivery guy and I had to physically pull him away from the door before he started showing our wedding photos.

Two Weeks In

Sophie, meanwhile, could not care less about our marital status. She’s more interested in the fact that I dropped a Cheerio and she can’t reach it from her high chair. Priorities, I guess. At least someone in this house has their head on straight.

I love that being married feels exactly like being us, just with better jewelry and Marcus getting weirdly emotional every time he says ‘wife.’ Some things never change - and some things change everything.