We've been married for almost eight months. I love it.

I love waiting for him to get home from work, knowing that any minute I'll see him stroll briskly around the corner from our kitchen window. I love that I cook dinner for two now instead of one. I love that he'll cook for me, but enjoys me cooking for him! I love that decisions I used to make about my life on my own, I now want to consult him about. Nothing silly and minor, but about job prospects and offers, career moves, friends, travel, desires, wants and...clothes.

Okay, we are pretty traditional I think as far as our roles in the marriage go. I'm not working at the moment for, strangely enough, practical reasons. We're over here to travel. His job is contract based, so very flexible. If I took on a permanent job, that would leave us tied in. If I took on day to day office work, that would leave me insane! Therefore, as I'm at home more often than not, I feel my 'job' is to do the home stuff. All you feminist women are going to grimace, but it works well. If I chose to become employed then the home stuff would change. My man knows how to cook and clean!

So marriage I would recommend.

I would also recommend doing a pre-marriage course of some kind, like those found in many churches. We did. We both found it insightful and very helpful. It also reaffirmed that we were doing the right thing and for the right reasons. Love obviously. Duh.

It hasn't all been easy of course. There has been lots of discussions. It really is amazing how much more we've learnt about each other now that we live together. It's exciting! For all of you reaching for buckets right now, I'm sorry, but it's true. And I consider myself very, very blessed to have found my husband.