But those I did not do.
Tomorrow, Jerry and I will be married one week. Man, how time flies.
We have been full of nerdiness, with him calling me "wife" and me calling him "husband" during the course of normal conversation. I even geeked out a little when, talking to a co-worker, I said, "Now you're just sounding like my husband."
But something has been bothering me about being married... that I don't feel married.
I got semi-emotional just 2 times in Vegas: once when I saw my flowers while waiting for the wedding to start (they were SO pretty!) and a second time when we were looking at our video photo album during our pro-picture appointment on Friday.
Last Thursday felt like any other day to me... You know, the kind where you sit in hair and make-up for hours, throw on an expensive and pretty dress, and utter some vows before posing for a gazillion pictures. Just another Thursday.
Last night as Jerry and I attempted to go to sleep (easily falling asleep used to be my hobby, but now it's essentially my enemy), I asked him if he felt any different... if he felt married? He responded with, "Do you?" (Already a pro at answering a question with a question)
Nope. Not really.
There it is!
I thought for a second that maybe we made a mistake by living together, or at least by sharing a bed, before marriage. Like it would somehow change the impact of that day.
We have essentially been living as an old married couple for a year. The only thing that's changed is the legality... and my facebook relationship status.
But while that's been bothering me, I think it's great as well. I think it just goes to show that it was always right for us. It always worked before, and transitioned nicely into a marriage.
I could only wish that for everyone.
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