I put "marriage" in as one of my Technorati tags for this blog.  (Yes, David, I do tag once in awhile, hehehe.)  So I figure I'd better write about it here and there.  It's anthropologically fascinating, after all.

One can only assume that marriage is supremely different from one person to the next.  I know loads of married and even formerly married people around my age, and people in committed relationships who have chosen for various reasons not to marry, and I can only imagine what goes on in their hearts and minds.

But for us - this is fun.

I won't speak too much for Joey, that would be silly.  But even though we got married in part so we could live in the same place, we did it mainly because we belong together.  It was obvious right off the bat - it smacked us in the face and said, "Duh!  What have you been doing with all those other people for a combined dating years total of over yikes 30!?"  And we listened.

I'm lonely sometimes.  I work from home right now, which can be hard, and I did leave my job, friends and family, not to mention my country.  But at the end of the day Joey comes home and I'm always excited to see him.  I have some weird story to tell him, or I need a hug, or I just missed him in general.

The wedding was almost six months ago now, but though all the time we've spent with family over the last few weeks, people kept making fun of us for being attached at the hip.  He's my hubby.  In times of crisis, where would I be but by his side?  Even in regular ordinary times I intend to be near him more often than not, long after we're no longer newlyweds.

Plus, when you tickle him, he giggles.  Now that's some good fun.