And we're two months pregnant.
We've been busy.
And you can finally sleep at night knowing that we settled the minor skirmish over where the couch should go, after we carved grooves in the floor scooting it back and forth across the living room twelve times.
He won, ok?
And then he won the gate lock thing, and the shirt ironing thing, and the air freshener thing, and ... wait. He's winning all of them! WHAT THE HECK?!
It's ok, I guess. I won him, and none of that other stuff matters, because after three months of marriage I have figured out how to get my way when I need to. Just don't tell him that because he thinks he's the man in charge.
After three months, I've learned that monthly marriage counseling sessions are a good thing. And going to church together. And praying together. And giving his TV shows a chance, even when there are zombies eating people and getting shot in the head. It's all about the quality time, right?
And last but not least, cooking with bacon. Never stop cooking with bacon.
And those are my words of wisdom for living happily ever after. What's the best marriage advice you can give me?