We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet… I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things… all of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness’.
–Shall We Dance

Married life is wonderful. We’re not really that different from when we were “just” dating, but there’s the added… comfort. It’s like we’re past the point of being “shy” and having to impress each other, and we’re comfortable with being ourselves.

And then there’s the support factor. I know that I have a wonderful marriage (yes, even this early on!) because I have a wonderful husband. He is behind me 100% of the time. Being prone to panic attacks like I am, I would have expected him to blow up by now. But last night, in the middle of a crying fit, he just hugged me and acted silly until I was hysterical - not sure if I was laughing or crying. Eventually it turned into laughing and kissing and watching TV, with my worries gone.

I don’t know how he does it. I feel like I’ve got to be the luckiest woman in the world. I stay at home all day playing games, while he works all day or all night, and there’s nothing we can really do about that. He provides for me, he cares for me, and he understands me. I could really not ask for anything more from him.