“So, how’s married life?”
I don’t think you really understand how many times this question is asked of a recently married couple until you have been married. It almost completely replaces any other greeting that you would expect to hear.
Of course, Milca and I were living together for quite a while before we were officially married, so the home life isn’t much different. I suppose if you were to move in only after being married you might have some extra stress that wasn’t there before.
Last night Milca wasn’t feeling that great. She wanted to take a bath, so I went downstairs and drew a bath. She got a call from her grandmother in Argentina, so she was on the phone long enough that I could sneak back downstairs, smuggle any candles I could find in to the bathroom, light them, light some incense, and have the bath ready for when we came in. When she got off the phone I carried her downstairs, what with her not feeling good, and the fact that I’m really just her pack horse. She lit up when she saw the candles.
After we had some left over raviolis (home made, mind you), I was aiming to go to bed. She wanted tea, but couldn’t move. I put the kettle on, went downstairs, brushed my teeth, came back up, served the tea, then went to bed for my obligatory 6 hours of sleep.
It really is the same, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.