French Fries...

I know you're thinking, "French fries?!"

Yes, French fries. This is my ode to that delectable little side dish.

I LOVE French fries. Those perfect little simple carbohydrates make me so happy. I could eat them each day at every meal. Who thought of them? Who cares? Whoever decided dipping a thin slice of potato in oil and frying it to perfection is a legend in my book. A dash of salt, a sprinkle of pepper, and you've got a side...no!...a meal even!...fit for a...well, a hungry person who likes potatoes.

I have but one qualm about these mouthwatering morsels: why are they called "French fries"? They aren't from France. Legend has it they're from Belgium, which, as we all know, is not France! What is that about? Did someone just randomly start calling them French to be rude or something...some snide little reference to thin Frenchmen perhaps? If so, that's so childish...and I don't know if I can eat something so fraudulent and immature....

So How's the Married Life?...one month in...

Cliché answer: "Oh it's just wonderful! Everything I'd ever dreamed of!"

But inside I'm thinking: "What the hell kind of question is that? How do you think it is?...or better yet, how do you expect me to answer that?!"

So often I say: "Oh it's just dreadful! I want out!"....just to get a rise out of 'em.

Real answer: It really is awesome. I knew I loved him. I knew he was the one. But I can't believe I ever wondered whether I'd be a good wife. The major, life-altering changes that everyone keeps talking about? I'll go ahead and put it out there. Read closely, now....

Responsibility. Trust. Respect.

That's the BIG something everybody keeps talking about. Those three things just intensify. Well, let me add a disclaimer: if you haven't been known your significant other more than a few short months (or even a couple of years), this may be a different situation as you may still be finding things out about each other. But we've been together for over six years. While there are still the occasional little surprises, we have yet to come across a major "whoa, I don't even know you". 

So I say all that to say...the hardest thing about marriage-so far-is realizing that it's what you make of it. Listening to other people's horror stories will only stress you out and put unnecessary pressure on the relationship. Make it your own. Keep having fun and enjoying each other and relish in the thought that that huge thing hanging over the relationship (thing=commitment) is gone. You're together. Now all you have to do is...whatever it takes to keep each other safe and happy. 

That's it. Piece of cake....wedding cake. ;-)