I’m fucking married, y’all.

Those of you who have been following me since this blog’s inception back in 2014 may find this news surprising (as I would have back then). After all, how did this hot-headed, distrusting, and tragically lonely college kid end up hitched to the love of her life?!

Love, I say. That, and a lot of hard-learned lessons, vulnerability, devotion, humility, and an unwavering desire to work on myself so that I can grow in tandem with this beautiful man (Therapy starts again on Tuesday!). I’ve never met such a compassionate, insightful, brilliant person before, so obviously I fell in love in an irreversible way. And I’ll keep falling for the rest of my days.

I wouldn’t say that I was “waiting on him” to marry me, BUT I’ve been prepared to take on this wifely role since January. He was ready in May, and here we are in November as official Mr. & Mrs. As you can imagine, this swift engagement did not allow for much planning, but we managed to arrange the PERFECT wedding in less than 2 months.

Our officiant, an honorable Dudist Priest (and dear friend), conducted the most intimate, tear-jerking ceremony that ever was and ever will be. We had 7 people in attendance (including our exceptional photographer), and the whole thing took less than 20 minutes. Heartfelt vows were exchanged, tears were shed, and “I do”s were said. It was truly the perfect day.

Though we were saddened to not have all of our people in attendance, this event left us with our cups overflowing and our wallets intact. And most importantly, it joined us together for the rest of forever.

We’ve lived together for 3ish years already, so much has changed on a day-to-day basis for us. “Wife” is a heavy title though, and it still takes my breath away when my husband introduces me as such. And it’s much easier to talk futuristically and picture us grey and wrinkled as we sit on our wraparound porch, reminiscing on the countless memories we’ve made.

I can no longer deny the existence of soulmates, as I’ve found mine. I am still in awe of how much our dreams, goals, values, and desires align. Being remote workers, we spend nearly every waking hour together and rarely get annoyed of each other long enough to spend more than an hour or so apart. One could call it codependence, but one could also shut up about it.

Don’t tell me that the “honeymoon phase” will end one day. Maybe yours did because you married the wrong one or rushed it or had kids or something. None of that applies to us.

Marrying him was easily the best decision I’ve ever made.

-M.