starbaby

So I'm married and shit. Oh man whatta trip. It's really weird how things happen just as you've given up on them.
Growing up I always knew I'd get married. I've respected the institution even after watching my mother go through 3 disasters and my father commiting the most heinous of crimes; Beastiality.
(Not really...but his wife is NOT of this species).
By the time I was entered into my last relationship (which taught me a lot but was ultimately a messy pit stop) I pretty much knew that this wonderful ritual, performed before the eyes of God (whichever your beliefs), was not for me.
And that was ok.
I am surrounded by examples of why it's right and just. My brothers and their beautiful women...and my closest friends made we want what they had soooo bad. I love that this is what my world entails, and though I was envious, it still made me happy that they all found what they were looking for.
But then I found what I've been looking for.
And this alone just simply blows me away. Talk about injecting life into an old feeling that seemed as though it had quietly slipped away. And it was so nice to look at it and go; oh yeah, I remember you.
I wish I could put into words exactly how I feel right now, at this very moment. Instead I've just given you the back story. But maybe it's some indicator to the shock and surprise I'm experiencing, from being the happiest I've ever ever been.
And holy fuck do I love my wife. For now...for always...and beyond.

p.s. THE HONEYMOON SO ROCKED!