For starters, I have a new ring. Something shiny and beautiful. For Tom, his ring means he's instantly more attractive to women, because someone has found him "marriage material." (In other words, while women like single "bad boys," there's a spectrum in preference along the lines of bad boys > marriage material > nice guys.)
Secondly, I miss Tom more ,and frankly (I'm ashamed to admit), I like him more. Planning a wedding 400 miles away while going through third year of medical school made me more than a little cranky. (This is my apology, World.) There were times where planning the wedding felt like a real struggle between Tom and me, with me trying to win the "I am so over-worked" award, and constantly emphasizing the "I hate you for putting me through this experience, I didn't want to get married" point. These days when I think of Tom it's like how I felt in my first year of medical school. Gosh, I am so lucky to be with such a handsome, smart, caring person whom I can't wait to see again. Gosh, I really am that lucky.
Thirdly, I get giddy thinking about social security numbers. When I was little, I often fretted about my parents' relationship because it seemed like everyone in NYC came from a broken home. My father was the keeper of birth certificates and social security numbers, and the fact that he could whip out all four of ours made me feel like we really were a family, that there was something that my parents had built together. A few weeks ago, Tom sat me down and made me check my credit report. (Thanks, hubs!) For whatever reason, this necessitated knowing my social security number and asking for his. It was the first moment I had that safe feeling like my Dad used to engender. That even without kids, Tom and I were a "family," completing family activities. We even have something called the "family hug" (which I stole from my brother and his wife).
So, what's it like being married? At least in the early stages, peaceful. Which is exactly where I wanna be.
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