I seriously love being married. I feel like I was born to get married. To Andrew, in particular. I feel settled and at home and wonderful. I highly recommend marriage.

I wouldn't want to try and make it sound like everything is flawless or that we never argue or fight or have our moments of utter selfishness, etc, but absolutely all in all, things are wonderful. I am very blessed. We always work out our issues and God helps us to never stay angry.

We have absolutely less than no money, and seriously don't know how we're going to make it (it will be by the hand of God, of course, but we don't know through what means that will come), but I couldn't be happier.

I crave things like coke and fast food and ice cream and chips every day- all things that we will not be buying any of for a very very long time, but I am happy.

We have awesome "neighbors." Four apts are in each apt building, and the people that live below us on the other side are awesome. Becky and Dusty. Becky and I are totally kindred spirits. She reminds me of all of my dearest friends. Becky and I always hang out and talk or eat while Dusty and Andrew sit outside and smoke their pipes. heh. I love it. We always make late-night Walmart runs together and I always forget to slow down over the train tracks and we always crack up when I go over it way too fast. These are some of the people we played Taboo with (a few entries back.) Anyway. they're great.

Back to being married. We have devotions together everyday and I love that. Did I already tell you about this? hm. Anyway, no huge problems have come up. I have heard a lot of horror stories about newlyweds having a terrible time adjusting. I'll keep you posted, but I think thats not going to happen to us.