September 16, 2012
It happened on our drive home from our honeymoon in Manti. We stopped to get gas for Steve's car and he got out while I stayed in the car. And it hit me. I have someone who gets out while I stay in the car. That moment began the switch. In fact Steve didn't get out to put fuel in Steve's car. He got out to put fuel in "the car." The car and the van are cars that belong to us. And the effects have been:
It happened on our drive home from our honeymoon in Manti. We stopped to get gas for Steve's car and he got out while I stayed in the car. And it hit me. I have someone who gets out while I stay in the car. That moment began the switch. In fact Steve didn't get out to put fuel in Steve's car. He got out to put fuel in "the car." The car and the van are cars that belong to us. And the effects have been:
Two lunches packed, not one.
Shared toothpaste. Goes faster.
Ironing shirts.
Plans for two.
Comments like:
"When we go (place)."
"When we have (child)."
Scheduling of time so we are back home at the same time.
Prayers for two families.
Love for two families.
Traditions like:
favorite late night treat (parfait)
video game relax time
Someone knowing if my shoulders are stiff and need a little massage.
Having a side of the bed.
Having shared possessions.
Having a shared style.
Having a running buddy (even at 6am).
It has been wonderful.
And it has been hard to get used to. Steve and I have known each other for a bit now. I think we're having some adjusting challenges that everyone has. I also think that the biggest adjustments have been really accepting that the other person is there for real. I have a hard time if Steve had to make lunches and let me sleep in. I have a hard time accepting that he is willing to spend time with my family when they are in town because as single Steve, he should use his Saturday doing something else. As Kathryn's Steve, he feels just right about being where I am. I don't get it, but I'm learning.
