7 weeks. 46 days. I know, what a lame number.
But hey, Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries were only married for 72 days. And people think that was an accomplishment.
Anyway, in the 46 days that we've been married, I've learned ten big things. I want to chronicle these ten things, so that when we have kids and they ask, "Mommy, what was it like when you were first married?" I can say...
1. I'd never realized what a milk drinker Trevor was until now. I mean, when we go grocery shopping the man buys three jugs of milk (two white, one chocolate) and can have them gone in a week. 3 gallons of milk = 384 ounces of milk. Good heavens.
2. When we get ready for bed and strip down into our skivvies, my clothes end up in the laundry basket. His clothes end up all over the room. By the end of the week, I'm wading through Trev's clothes. I thought girls were supposed to be the messy ones? ;)
3. When we first lay in bed, Trev always puts his arm up and I go into the nook of his armpit with my head on his chest. He in turn kisses my forehead and says, "There's my girl." Makes me melt every.single.time.
4. I have a passionate hate for doing the dishes. Even though we have a dishwasher. Seriously, I hate, hate, hate it. Trevor knows how much I hate it, so he'll rinse off the dishes, load them, turn the dish washer on, and then unload them when it's done.
5. ^^^ Another housewife thing Trev does, like #4, is he separates his clothes into lights and darks. The man will not throw all of his clothes in together in a load. Me on the other hand could give a shit less and have learned that if you turn the washer on cold water, your clothes don't bleed. My mom would kill me if she knew that, but mom-in-law and Grandma Wade got the message across to Trevor that doing your laundry right will save a lot of heart ache and white shirts being ruined. (Ooops.)
6. My husband has the best hygiene ever. Sometimes on Saturdays, I like to lay around in my sweat pants, let the girls hang free under a baggy shirt, leave my hair a knotted mess, and have streaks of black makeup across my face. Trev will be lazy with me for a couple of hours, and then into the shower he goes. There's nothing better than the scent of Old Spice Fiji and cologne. His breath is always minty fresh and his hair is fluffy like a rabbit. (Coming from the girl who once dated a guy with awful hygiene, it's so wonderful!) He makes me want to get into the shower and get clean myself.
7. I've been begging Trevor for months to let me get an animal after we got married, even though our apartment has a strict "no animals" rule. All I wanted was a cat; a cat wouldn't be seen nor heard, could use a litter box, and would be a great companion. Well, Trev finally caved and after much searching, we got a kitten. We named her Luna and for the next week (yes... only a week) she was our baby. It was really heartwarming to watch Trevor with our little kitten; he was so sweet and loving, gentle and kind. Well, the landlords found out about Luna thanks to our lovely neighbors, and Trev volunteered to take her back to the lady we got her from because I was a mess. No animals for us, but it was an eye-opening experience to see Trev act the way he did with a tiny, helpless animal. Makes me wonder what kind of a dad he'll be.
8. The first week we were back from our honeymoon, the apartment was a disaster. We had basically moved all of our stuff in a couple of weeks before the wedding and left everything in boxes. Instead of being a douche like some men and laying around watching the wife decorate and unpack, my sweet husband got up and helped. The decorations wouldn't look so straight without his guidance, and I probably wouldn't have made my loofah wreath on the door without his push. He helped me make our little apartment a home.
9. Sometimes I get really bad anxiety. I worry, and I worry, and I worry some more, and then I ask the "what if's", and I worry again, and then I end up with a head that's spinning and a stomach-ache. Instead of getting frustrated and telling me what a crazy person I am, Trevor sits there and listens and gives me feedback. Together we make plans so that I don't have to worry. Worried about paying the bills? Trev has the answer. Worried about school? Trev calms me down. He's the best listener and advice giver, really.
(And finally, the last one.)
10. I've been told my whole life that in order to have a happy home and marriage, your husband "needs to hold the priesthood." Oh. He also "needs to be a returned missionary." Well, Trevor is not a Melchizedek priesthood holder, and he's definitely not a returned missionary. I'm also not active in the church right now. Maybe someday, but not right now. But let me tell you one thing: Trevor works his butt off to make our home a happy place. He makes sure that his wife is taken care of. If something is really bothering me, he says a prayer to calm me down. He never speaks ill of anyone, he is never grumpy, and he sincerely brings a positive light into our home. He's a Christlike example that others could look up to. He makes me feel like the most important thing in the world, and also the prettiest thing too. He makes me want to be a genuine, happy person, and the best wife possible. To me, that's more important than holding the priesthood or being a returned missionary. I'm learning something new from his overly-optimistic attitude each day.
Even though it's been a short seven weeks of marriage, I can't wait to see what other 'things' I can add to my list about my husband over the many years. Love you, T-Sean.
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