It isn't so different, really. Maybe because it's been so long coming. We got back from our honeymoon and fell into the ordinary, and the ordinariness of marriage is wonderful. We are ourselves, the selves that we fell in love with in the first place--though I thought that the moment I got married I would suddenly be someone else (more mature? stronger? more romantic?). I am still Amy; I am his Amy, but I am still the Amy that I always was.

Maybe it's the novelty that makes everything ordinary so extraordinary. Making meals takes on its own spiritual quality, making the bed, vacuuming the carpet. I have always loved cooking and cleaning; but somehow doing it for him (and seeing the expression in his eyes when he gets home from a long day of work to find a meal on the table) makes it all so much better.

I don't know what I expected (how do you really anticipate a change so great that you become another's? The two shall become one?); but it certainly is much better than I'd hoped. You read all the marriage books; and pretty soon you start thinking that this thing is going to be so much work you'd better get out of it now. And so I approached marriage with this understanding that everything was going to be three times as difficult. But after three weeks it hasn't been so very difficult, and the tiffs are much the same as they were before we were married. And the future is unknown before me but I do know that I have made my choice and it was a good one.

He makes a good husband.