As of this past Sunday, Jason and I have been married for one full year. 365 days. Wheeee! Here's what I don't get-when we first got married, so many people told us that the first year of marriage would be the hardest one. Um, if the rest of our marriage is as easy as the first year was, we'll be set. Yeah, we had minor spats, but nothing that we didn't have before we got married. You don't clean enough (his gripe), if you want me to clean more then YOU get to clean the bathtub every once in a while and do you even know how to use the tub cleaner? (my gripe)
You get the idea.
I also feel that living together for two years before the wedding helped the transition from "engaged" to "married" be considerably more smooth. When we got back from Yellowstone, it was like "Okay, we're married. Back in our apartment, with all our same stuff (we were storing the wedding gifts at my parents at the time), but really life doesn't feel all that much different." And yeah, I have a new last name. And we have lots of new stuff, which is amazing. But I feel like not having to deal with the stress of moving in together and learning each other's annoying habits (ie clean freakness or allergy to cleaning the bathroom) on top of adjusting to the fact that you are stuck with that person for the rest.of.your.life made things a lot easier.
(And yes, I am saying that while my husband is somewhat of a neat freak, he HATES to clean the bathroom. I mean, hatehatehate with the heat of a thousand suns. I could tell you some gross stories, but I won't, just in case you're eating.)
Since we just hit a year of marriage, this also means that it's been a year since our trip to Yellowstone. Easily one of the most amazing places ever...I would go there again in a heartbeat, and hope to do so before we have kids. Or when they're small enough to pawn off on my parents.
How does one celebrate your 1 year anniversary, you ask? Let's see here...I got us tickets to see Journey on August 26th. YAY!!! We also had a kickass housewarming/anniversary celebration party. For us, kickass meant a shitload of food, a keg of Bud Light, and 156 jello shots. Plus the four cases of beer our friends picked up after the keg was kicked...at 1130pm. Mind you, we TAPPED the keg at 6pm. So I'd say the party was a rocking success, if these pictures of our tired Georgie and Jeff's tired puppy Ozzie are any indication...
The day after...
They're so sweet when they're sleeping!