Two-thirdsaversary

It has been eight months since our wedding.  We have had eight months of marriage--of trying to figure out how to communicate, love, and meet needs.  Marriage is so weird.  I was sitting next to Sam on the couch last night, mad at him for something he had said, and I realized all I really wanted to do was hug him.  I wanted his arms wrapped around me tightly. I wanted to find comfort in his arms even though I was mad at him.  I think that’s one of the weirdest things about marriage.  It is probably also one of the coolest.