There are so many ways to go through life. By now I am convinced that life is more fun when you’re doing it with someone.
I often find myself surprised by how much I have grown accustomed to being married. I’m used to having Allison home. I’m used to having someone to vent to. I’m used to having someone who I turn to. (Forgive my repeititve, grammatically incorrect sentences that end in prepositions.)
As I have written before, we are planning a trip to Indonesia. Even as we are still planning this trip, I find myself already planning a road trip next year. I suppose that is due to the expected consistency of a marriage. I don’t think wonder that we won’t be together in a year. I don’t worry that we’ll lose interest in each other and move on to other people. I think the expected consistency gives rise to stability.
And I, for one, am a fan of stability.
