Save the Last Plank for Me

Quite possibly the question I’ve heard most over the past three months is “How’s married life?” (Well … maybe the one I’ve heard second most often, after “When are you going to start having kids?”*)

Well, let me tell you: Mr. B and I are settling into our married routine quite nicely.

Because Mr. B and I work opposite shifts, we don’t have a ton of time together. But we make the most of that time, filling it with very exciting and adventurous things.

  • Laundry
  • Dishes
  • Grocery shopping
  • Taking care of the needy kids cats
  • Budgets
  • Watching the Lions

As much as that sounds boring to some — and as much as I joke about our lives being one big adventure — it’s what I’ve wanted since the second I met Mr. B. I wanted a life with him. Where we had the “fun” stuff and the run-of-the-mill boring life stuff. Where we could build a home together. Where we could be part of each other’s lives. Where we could create our family — in whatever form that may take. Where we could just … well … be.

Out for a walk

Out for a walk with my Mr. B.

That’s not to say it’s all chores and list-making. There are a lot of lovely walks and cups of coffee and breakfasts in bed and PDAs and snuggly nights watching movies where Mr. B watches movies and I fall asleep on him.

It’s exactly what “married” means to me.

One of my favorite family “traditions” we’ve sort of stumbled into is our Sunday gym date. Every Sunday, we wake up and eat breakfast in bed. Then we put on our gym clothes and head out for a little weight-lifting session at the gym. We warm-up on the ellipticals, side-by-side. Then a quick smooch and we head our separate ways. He does his thing; I do mine.

Once we’ve finished, we meet one more time for our end-of-the-workout tradition: The Last Plank.

And then we go home. To our home.

Post-gym

Sweaty, obligatory post-gym photo

I feel incredibly blessed to have a husband who not only is supportive of my health and fitness efforts — but really understands the importance of my training, whether it’s a two-hour run on a Saturday morning or an hour-long session in the gym. (I think because he probably knows it makes me a happier person — though I doubt he’d ever admit to knowing that.)

“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t.” ~Elle Woods, “Legally Blonde”

What’s more, he’s fully participating in his very own health and fitness efforts, meaning it’s one other thing we can share — and another way we can support each other. We each have our own goals, and we’re both working on them — separately and together.

While the only person who can make a change in your life is yourself, it sure does help to have someone on your side, cheering you on and loving you no matter what.

So, yeah, married life is everything I ever expected it to be. Oh, heck, it’s even better than I could have ever imagined. How could it not be? I have this amazing man by my side:

A honeymoon smooch

A honeymoon smooch

*To answer this question while I’m at it: In due time.

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2 responses to “Save the Last Plank for Me

  1. wendy warren

    Nice…comfortable. I’m so happy for your happiness!

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