The Mrs....

I went grocery shopping for the first time as a married woman the other day, and I kept expecting people to stop me and say, "You just got married, didn't you? You just have that married look." You know what I mean, right? The feeling you get when you have big, exciting news that's almost a secret (but not quite) and you just want to share it with everyone?? (I've heard you feel that way when you're pregnant...I felt that way when I discovered Fiber One bars). Anyway....I seriously walked down the busiest aisles just so I could stare and wait for them to comment on my obvious "Mrs." state. Much to my surprise, no one noticed my just married "glow", so I took it upon myself to drop it into random conversation at Winco.

Me: "Excuse me, how much are the canned peas? I just got married, and this is my first shopping trip as a married woman. I haven't had to check prices since I've been married...I'm brand new at doing all this, see, because now I'm a Mrs... And, believe it or not, this is actually the first time I've worn this sweater as a married woman..."
Cashier (grunts): "Canned peas are $.48 per can." (continues ringing me up)
Me: "Oh, why THANK you. I'm just so happy to be married -- can you tell? It really was the most perfect day. My husband is the most amazing man...you really should have been there..."

*Please don't barf...this is completely true*

This is how I've been since Sunday morning...I'm on a married (see, I can't stop) cloud 9...I keep looking at Troy and thinking, "Gosh, were you this good looking before we were married? You sure look HOT with that ring on your finger". Our DJ made us a cd of key music from our reception -- I have listened to it so much, I'm surprised it still works. I keep thinking of people to call so I can relive every moment of the day vicariously through them. "So, what was your favorite part? Oh my gosh, I LOVED that, too!" I didn't even shower until as late as possible on Sunday afternoon because I didn't want to wash off the magic of that day...(or the magic that Keri did to my face and Shasta did to my hair). I've seriously had a hard time not wearing my wedding dress around town....you know, to places like the gas station or the gym or....work -- "Why no, I'm not getting married today...BUT, I did get married on Saturday



Yes, I'm aware of how that sounds and, yet, I cannot stop.

It was the most amazing, special, out-of-this-world day....my only regret is that I can't marry Troy every day....okay, and after looking at some pictures, maybe I should've worn spanx...anyway, I'd do it again in a heart beat -- I loved every second of my wedding day.

I am thoroughly enjoying dropping the word "husband" into any sentence I can and cataloging everything as a new experience ("Ooh, this is my first time pooping as a married woman! Where's Troy?!"). Yea, yea....I know that the newness will wear off and soon enough, "I cannot believe I have a husband. He is so wonderful," will at some point turn into "*!($&#%@(@!*". So, I'm relishing. And now I have a written account that I actually did feel this way, especially for those times when I'm ready to punch his lights out and bury him in the back yard.

So, here we go down this new road...(by the way, I just had my first diet Dr. Pepper as Mrs. Denton)...and all I can think about is how it feels to call Troy my husband and know that after six years of him willingly (most of the time) coming home, he is now legally required to be there. I just couldn't ask for anything more.

**ps...I can't possibly thank every one who needs thanking for being there with us -- we had so many friends and family that helped us and supported us, not just on our wedding day, but for the past six years. I hope you all know who you are -- we do, and we are so grateful to you. We could never thank you enough.**