As I write this, the wind, the kettle and the radiator is singing. The ground is covered in sleet and my feet in wooly socks. And I am content. Even though my dear old city has quickly gone from orange and yellow to grey, its comforting to seek solace in a warm bath or chatting over a latte with a dear friend.
This small space has been quiet over the last few weeks, not because I haven't taken pictures or no words to share, but because its hard to translate all the changes in my life and mind to paper. I'm no longer a single being, I'm no longer a woman waiting to get married, I am different, and yet the same.
Every morning I get to wake up to the same set of big green eyes smiling at me, every night there is a warm body to snuggle my icy toes into. There is someone to clean for, someone to cook for. Everyday is a new adventure, both beautiful and sometimes hard. We learn to navigate our separate courses into the same channel.
People always ask me after the initial pleasantries, "so, hows married life?"
and I chuckle, and say something to the effect of "awesome!" or "amazing", but really there isn't a sentence in the english language to explain the metamorphosis from one to two. Like the changing of the seasons, its a drastic change and yet a gradual one.
Together, we grow and mature from shiny small leaves to full golden ones, we shed our bad, and grow anew.
And as all this goes on, I am still nineteen. Not even an adult in the states, teen still clings to me in some shape or form. I am still learning how to be an adult, while learning to be a wife.
And as I walk through these days, I know I don't walk alone.
I have Mike at my side and God drawing our map.
" Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn "
-Below my feet- Mumford and sons-
To infinity and beyond