Being married is interesting. It’s fun to be around C all the time and we’ve slowly slipped into our own routine. There were a few hiccups here and there but they’ve all smoothed over. Settling into the new place as exciting as it was and still is, had me missing home considerably the first few days. I still do miss home and my parents, but my mums daily calls and our subsequent banter is comforting. C is turning out to be a gem around the house. Renowned for his cleaning skills, he’s completely taken over the cleaning and maintenance of the house and garden. Content with my contribution to help lift the sofa and coffee table. I often find my caretaker cum domestic walking around lookin forlorn for lack of work when C is in action.
Cooking has been fun and annoying at the same time. Figured out I have an intense dislike towards chopping onions and garlic coz they’re so annoying to peel and clean! Not fun when you have to do this regularly and in quantity! Fun because C totally loves my food and is quite happy being the taste guinea pig 🙂 We cook when we feel like it and just order out when we don’t. I use the term ‘we’ because as much as I do the cooking, C is equally supportive when I say I can’t.
Sometimes I can’t believe the wedding is over. The build up to it was so intense that the day after when I woke up and saw my bridal draped on chair with the veil cascading like some floaty marshmallow, I actually teared! I know emo! 🙂 but still for all, it’s almost surreal. I look at the pictures and everything is clear but not so clear. I remember seeing people but can’t for the life of me remember if I spoke to them coherently or not. I can’t remember what the food tasted like or what I ate or had on my plate… but things were beautiful and I wouldn’t change a moment of it. It was more fulfilling when we realised that we managed to pull this shindig off without getting stressed out about anything and without having anyone fly off the handle. Now the fun part is playing house and sometimes it really does feel that way! only the house is not a makeshift dolls one but considerably larger and with plusher accessories!
Nuptial joke of the wedding
At church during the exchange of rings.
Priest – C, give Cadence this ring as a symbol of fidelity etc etc
C – (in a panic) darling which hand? which hand??!!!! (referring to my hand)
Me – Left! Left!
(Takes ring and all goes well, I sigh in relief)
Priest – Now Cadence give C this ring etc etc…)
C – (in a bigger panic) darling which hand? which hand???!!!!
Me – Sigh. Right hand darling. -_- (Grabs hand and slips on ring)
Life is certainly interesting! 🙂