After eight months of marriage, I still have occasional moments of surprise at how much things have changed from when Alex and I first started dating. Since my brother and sister-in-law got us hooked on The Big Bang Theory a few weeks ago, many of our evenings and weekends have been spent eagerly clicking our way |
Sure, it may have taken us about 4 episodes in a row to manage this without mistakes, but we're nothing if not ambitious.
Last night, in the middle of an episode, I looked over at my husband. I thought, four years ago, we'd be out on a date. We'd be exploring the city, holding hands, and I'd have that giddy, butterflies-in-my-stomach feeling of wondering when I'd get to see him again.
I smiled to myself, grateful for the comfort of the rerun-filled nights that often comprise our married life, and for the fullness and familiarity that his presence now brings to my heart. As I settled onto his shoulder to finish watching the show, I exclaimed, "Which of the guys do you think you're most like?"
He immediately replied, "Leonard. Because he has a hot girlfriend."
And just like that, the butterflies were back, reminding me that while marriage can sometimes feel like a marathon of reruns, there are always times that remind me that (you guessed it): it all started with a big bang.