(Sappy post forthcoming!)
Getting married has been one of the best decisions I've ever made.
When Paul and I made the choice to get married, we knew it'd be a little bit of an atypical story. I still enjoy the look on people's faces when they ask how long we dated before we got married ("...we didn't!"), and it's always fun to watch them grasp in their head the fact that we got married and didn't tell anybody about it until afterwards.
Sometimes, people assume we weren't really in love, like we "had" to get married because nobody else wanted to marry us and we defaulted to each other like some sort of ridiculous sitcom deal. In case you were worried, let me assure you that it was definitely because he's the man of my dreams and I love spending life with him.
I was very conscious of what I was getting into (you know, the whole spend-your-lifetime-with-your-best-friend thing), but there were some things I wasn't prepared for:
-Paul insists on donut Saturdays, which means every Saturday morning, I get a chocolate sprinkle donut and a Starbucks delivered to me before 8am.
-There is always someone to cuddle up close to in case my feet are cold. Even if that "someone" is Banjo when Paul screams out of surprise that I put my feet on his legs.
-If I miss my alarm clock, I have a built-in one: the dude who wakes up at 5:30am for funsies.
-I suck at packing my lunch, but Paul is awesome at it. He always makes sure I have a lunch packed (sometimes with a love note!) and a full water bottle before I leave to work each morning, and makes me coffee in a to-go mug so I have something warm and caffeinated when I walk out the door.
We've been married for a lovely few months and I fall more in love with Mr. Hagan every day. I don't think a day has gone by without an insane amount of laughter, spilled food (we're insanely messy chefs), and adventures together, and I consider myself the luckiest woman in the world.
Moral of the story: marry your best friend. Totally worth it.