Three months ago, we were strolling down a snowy path, pausing for a kiss while I brandished my bouquet dramatically for the photographer. We spent half the night saying to one another, "I can't believe we're actually married!"
Today, he mowed the lawn while I washed the dishes, after we ate the supper he prepared. We discussed our landscaping and patio plans, and whether the location I have in mind for our new bush is too close to the house (I'm not sure). It feels a little more like marriage. It feels a little more real. 3 months. I figure another 30 times 300 sounds about right. Or maybe just forever.