Little Quirks

I love the little quirks of marriage and living with a man. They drive me crazy but make me laugh and I love seeing how we frustrated we can get but still compromise and adjust accordingly to make things work.

M and I practically lived with one another from the get-go. I had a set of things at his house and was over there all the time. We carpooled into work since we worked together, we cooked together, we watched TV together, we read together...the whole nine yards. We were inseparable. It was also the beginning of our relationship where things are new and exciting and the sun seems to shine differently and everything seems sweet and fresh. But even though we were together 24/7, I never officially moved in and kept a place of my own. So when it was time to get married, I gave my notice and began packing my boxes. And I remember, the moment after everything of mine was dropped off at M's house, sitting at his desk, looking at my boxes and having an anxiety attack. I'd never LIVED with a man before. Sure we had spent all this time together but if something went wrong, I always had a back-up place to go; an escape. Where was I going to go now? And where was all my junk going to go? M's house was no spacious mansion and I could probably star on an episode of 'Hoarders.' I remember hyperventilating and telling M to give me a minute as I bawled my eyes out, panicked, cursed, prayed, panicked some more and then got excited. Then M came out (I had made him stay in the room while I had my anxiety/panic attack, thus so he wouldn't see this strong, independent woman break down) and gave me a big hug. And started clearing out a few drawers, his desk and closet for me to put my junk in. I was home.

Today as I was brushing my teeth, I couldn't help but laugh as I looked down and saw this:

Yes, it's our toothpaste. And unfortunately (for M), it's cap is lost and we have made an utter mess of the tube, one of my quirks and M's pet peeves. (He thinks the cap should stay on and the tube be neat and I think leaving the cap off and squeezing it out all over the place is easier)

*giggle* I also came out to find my slippers under his at the front door, one of his quirks and my pet peeves.

As irritated as we both can get at both small and big stuff, little things like this make me giggle (and drive me mad) and remind me that life and love are so precious and these quirks are what make us M & H. I love that little goofiness about us. It makes me remember who, what and how I fell in love with M. So even though things may not be all exciting, and we may not be stealing kisses from each other in the halls at work or holding hands every minute we are together, things are still as perfectly imperfect as we can get. And that's what makes us, US!