Weddings

I thought we would have a fairytale marriage after the wedding. I was wrong.

I get to have this every day for the rest of my life.

My alarm rang, right on schedule, at 6:30 a.m on Monday morning.

I looked over to my left, noticing my husband hitting “snooze” on what would have been his third wakeup call of the morning.

I felt the warmth of a small fur-ball curled up on my belly, “Good morning, Teddy,” I whispered as the fur-ball emerged out of a mess of blankets to give me a single kiss on my nose.

“Wake up, honey, you’re going to be late,” I tapped my husband’s shoulder and he mumbled something that sounded a lot like “five more minutes.” Thus, began my work-week ritual. I’d get out of bed, feed Teddy, pack our lunches, and make coffee.

When my husband left for work, I’d quickly shower and get myself ready.

After work, I’d take Teddy for a long walk, make dinner, my husband washed the dishes, and then we’d watch TV for a bit before bed and it all started again the next day.

We had just gotten married 2 months ago, shouldn’t there have been a little more magic?

I had been on this whirlwind of an adventure and it was slowly coming to an end.

It all started with a grand proposal, followed by a huge Indian engagement, moving to a new city and getting a new job, planning our week-long Indian wedding and finally getting married.

Everyone I encountered after our week-long fairytale wedding would ask how the married life was. I wished so desperately I had something other than “the same” to offer.

How could it be that such a magical wedding was followed by such a normal marriage? Was I doing marriage wrong? Was something wrong with our relationship? Was everyone else living a life of love, laughter and happily ever after while we were stuck in a routine?

I had to talk to him. He had to feel the same way, right?

I waited until after dinner, when we were watching TV, to bring it up. It was tougher than I had imagined. My stomach was in knots and my heart was racing as I muttered, “Can I talk to you about something?”

He flashed the same smile that made me fall for him in the first place, assuring me that I could talk to him about anything. That made me feel a little better. I expressed everything I was feeling. I felt like we were stuck in a routine, we didn’t really spend much time together and how I missed the magic of falling in love with him.

I ended by mentioning that nothing really changed after the marriage. There was silence as he took it all in.

“Isn’t that the point?” He responded, after some time. “We should be the same as we’ve always been.”

That hit me hard. Nothing’s changed.

He agreed life had been busy. He agreed that we needed to spend more time together and assured me he’d make more of an effort. He disagreed, however, with the fact that something should have changed after marriage.

Nothing’s changed and nothing should. I was so busy expecting some fairytale life that I failed to see what was right under my nose.

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My alarm rang, right on schedule, at 6:30 a.m on Tuesday morning.

I looked over to my left, noticing my husband hitting “snooze” on what would have been his third wakeup call of the morning.

I felt the warmth of a small fur-ball curled up on my belly, “Good morning, Teddy,” I whispered as the fur-ball emerged out of a mess of blankets to give me a single kiss on my nose.

“Wake up, honey, you’re going to be late,” I tapped my husband’s shoulder and he mumbled something that sounded a lot like “five more minutes.”

This time, Teddy wasn’t having it.

He launched an assault of kisses at my husband until he woke up and surrendered, giving Teddy belly rubs. We both laughed at our silly puppy as my husband yelled, “Good morning, family!”

Thus, began my work-week ritual. I’d get out of bed, brush my teeth, feed Teddy, pack our lunches, and make coffee.

Before my husband left for work, he’d give me a big hug goodbye. It wasn’t a regular hug, it was magical, and I was lucky to get one every day for the rest of my life. After dinner, my husband would wash the dishes and I’d lay on his lap as he played with my hair, watching TV for a bit.

More likely than not, I’d fall asleep in his lap. He’d wake me up and say it’s time for bed. He’d carry our puppy, who’d also fallen asleep, into bed and I’d follow, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to have all of this all over again, tomorrow.