Getting Started

Is it wrong for a minister's wife to say I absolutely LOVED my honeymoon? O well, I just did. It was great. Both of us had saved ourselves for marriage and that just made it so special! We spent a week relaxing. We toured museums and historical sites. The loving man even took me purse shopping! On our way home he drove four hours out of our way so I could visit my grandmother for a few hours. I mean, I loved my honeymoon. Then we came home.

I had spent my entire life living with my family. The few times I moved out of my parents home I was with other relatives. Suddenly we get home and I'm an hour from my closest relative and dead tired. The house had crepe' paper from one end to the other, thanks to his siblings and some friends. I thought it was hilarious. We opened our wedding gifts and laughed over the number of towels we had received. Towels that weren't even the color of our registry. Then it was time for bed.

Tim had no problems falling asleep. After all, this had been his house for the last three years. It wasn't mine though. The bed wasn't mine, the cats weren't mine, he had my only pillow here, most of my clothes were still at my mothers, the pictures on the wall weren't mine. As my husband drifted off into sleep I began to cry. I wanted to go home.

It's an interesting thing being married. You love the man enough to know he just spent the better part of fourteen hours driving and needs his sleep,but O, how I wished he would wake up. He didn't. He just rolled over and continued snoring.

I proceeded then to go back downstairs and pick up the mess we had left from the gifts. Then I started a load of laundry, swept the kitchen floor, and curled up on the couch to cry some more. In the back of my mind I was listening for him to come down the steps to find me. He didn't.

I went back upstairs to bed and made no quiet attempt to climb in. He never even stirred. Once again I began to cry. I kept thinking "Why am I here? He doesn't even care."

Finally, in complete despair I got up and went to the computer room to sleep in the guest bed. Our first night in our home together and I spent it in another room. He still never noticed!

Around 3am I rolled and awoke with a start when I didn't hit my husband. It took me a couple minutes to figure out where I was. Suddenly, I really missed the man so I went back into our room to go to bed.
He rolled over then and put his arms around me. I finally settled into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning I mentioned to him my nocturnal wanderings. "You didn't even come to find me!" I stated. He stared at me for a few moments then put his arms around me and said "I thought you had gone to the bathroom."

Lesson learned: men have no sense of time when they are sleeping!