A Wonderful Wedding!

Mike and I are now husband and wife!! The wedding was absolutely wonderful. Everything turned out so beautifully, and everyone had such a great time. We are so sad it's over so soon. 

Married life hasn't felt very different yet, surprisingly. I don't have a wedding band, so perhaps that might add a little to it. Mike says he feels so different, but I'm almost positive it's mostly because of his ring. I catch him looking at it admiringly several times a day. It's cute, I think. It is so exciting, getting your ring, and having that little constant reminder of the amazing love you have. I've had my ring for several months now so that shock is somewhat over for me, but I know how he's feeling. Besides the ring though, there are other little things that feel different. 

For one, my name is now 'McCurley'. I haven't had to use it but once, and it was quite awkward. I was on the phone scheduling my ultrasound, when the receptionist asked for my last name. It came out sort of like this: "bbb..uu...mm..m..McCurley!". Mike was in the other room, laughing.

Secondly, I get to say "husband", and Mike, "wife". For our honeymoon we stayed at this adorable bed and breakfast in Sedona. Our first morning there, we noticed the menu included sausage, so I took it on myself as a new wifey to visit the chef and request that "because my husband is a vegetarian, is there any way we can get eggs instead of sausage?". It came out surprisingly naturally, but I still felt sort of out-of-body saying it. It was both exciting and scary! Mike, the wonderful husband he is, has also taken the liberty to start introducing me. Over the Fourth of July weekend we attended a couple of friends' family barbeques. This is how it went: "Hi, I'm Mike, and this is my wife, Sophie". It's adorable because Mike says it before I even have a chance to say anything, so I know he just loves it. We feel all "grown up and stuff". 

Then there are other little more insignificant things that make me feel married. For example, I get really excited when I make Mike food. I love making him a meal that he enjoys. Lately I have been bringing him homemade breakfast to work during his lunch break (it's usually early, around 9 am). I feel proud to be a wife, and to "serve" my husband. Perhaps I should find a more friendly word to use than "serve", but there is a certain satisfaction that I get out of doing things for him that make him happy, for example, filling his belly. I think I fit pretty perfectly into the role of "wife" (and Mike, husband). This is not to say that I will completely lose sense of "who I am" in my new role, but just that I am very much enjoying this new part of my life.