I love being married.

I've never felt so wonderful about anything in my whole life. Honestly. I really realized how much I love being married. Tonight was my first "Me Night" of married life and I've really had time to take everything in. You see, while I may be the most talkative person you've ever met, the most outgoing person in the family or the most obnoxious person ever, I also love my alone time. I honestly cherish that side of me as much as I do the outgoing side. I take a day every now and then when Cody has something planned with the guys (tonight it was Matt's going away happy hour and I think they're at the casino now) and just chill with myself - I decline the offer to hang out and just be quiet (yes, I know this is impossible to believe for some of you - but I really can be quiet sometimes). This is great for me as it allows me to reconnect with myself and be the talkative, outgoing, extroverted person the rest of the time - because somewhere in me I'm actually a nice, quiet, introverted person too.
Anyway, I really think marriage is the greatest thing ever - so far at least - and I'm only on day 6. :) As a female, your entire life is constantly swirling with questions when it comes to boys and marriage (or at least mine was) - who will I marry? will he be nice? when will I get married? will I be an old maid? will he be good to me? what will he look like? will the marriage last?
Then you meet the man of your dreams - the guy who you love to be around and makes you a better person - the man who makes you smile every day of your life - he makes you giggle when you're sad or when you're mad and holds you even when you're yelling - he is kind and the most generous person you've ever met. And then there are new questions - does he love me back? does he think I'm stupid? is this going to last? are we going to break up? what if I mess things up?
And then the best thing happens - he proposes and you realize that he does love you and he wants to be with you forever - you connect in a way you never thought you could. And then there are even more questions - will he go through with this? what will the cake look like? will he think I'm stupid for wanting to sling a monkey across the room instead of the garter toss? will he hate me after this whole wedding planning crap is over? what do we do about the dress, the flowers, the programs, the rehearsal dinner, the dj, the photographer, the centerpieces, the favors, etc., am I pushing him away throughout this process?
And then you get married - you smile at him saying his vows and can't help but burst into tears (so much that Marissa has to hand you a tissue which you then very unlady-like blow your nose on and then tuck in his tux pocket with your snot on it). As you say your own vows you can't help but cry and giggle at the same time with utter joy. And then you're married and all the questions stop. For the first time in my entire life (that I can remember) my mind is just calm. It's quiet. I feel at total peace with the way things are. I have finally reached a point where I am just purely and utterly happy and peaceful - no more worries, no more fears, no more questions, no more "what if. " I'm set - I'm settled - I feel like I'm ready to take on the rest of the world together and that we can conquer anything. And I love it.