Remember that cowboy I met on the Zoosk dating site and wrote about in “Man On Board, Parts I-IV”? Well, two years have passed since our wedding day — March 2, 2014. Jeff and I are now inseparable. Seamless. He is my soulmate. My confidante. My partner-in-crime. And, even though I also have female besties, he’s the best buddy a wife could ever hope for. Shortly after our first anniversary, we have crossed over that subtle but definite border between being “married” into being, as we Texans say, “marr’ed.”
We started joking about this word even before we said “I do.”
One night, when Jeff and I were together, I suggested that we buy a six-pack of beer to toast the occasion.
“For our wedding day, we oughta buy a ‘bu’r.”
“A what?” he asked.
“Bu’r. You know…”. I tipped back an imaginary brewski. “A bu’r.”
“But why should we buy a bu’r?”
“Because that’s whatcha do when you’re marr’ed. You drink bu’r.”
Yes, here in Texas, everybody knows that “married” is what fiancees look forward to becoming and squeaky-green newlyweds like to call themselves until reality sets in, roughly two years later. It’s that time when we begin to feel even more comfortable around our spouses and freer about being who we really are until, one day, one of us looks at the other and says, “We’re marr’ed!”
So, to put a new twist on Jeff Foxworthy‘s classic “You might be a redneck if…” jokes, you know you’re “marr’ed“ when you:
- spit into the same sink at the same time while brushing your teeth together.
- hold your morning conversations in the bathroom
- swap slobbers by sharing a water bottle
- understand why your spouse suddenly lowers the car window after dinner during a road trip.
- answer your spouse’s unasked questions.
- Look forward to your nightly pillow-talks.
- And — finally — realizing there is no way you can sleep without your spouse beside you at night.
So, these are all of my observations about Year Two of being “marr’ed”. What have you discovered about being “marr’ed”?