Day 51.

Dear New Husband,

What a date night. It started out so classy at a nice hibachi restaurant. Then, we discussed how much we loved donuts. So we walked to a nearby grocery store, only to discover it was too fancy of an establishment for donuts.

But they were not too fancy to have my favorite tea and Fat Free Half & Half. . . So thanks for letting me grocery shop on our date.

And then I insisted we drive into the bustling city (Although, after 8:30, its not quite bustling anymore) for donuts. Then, we feasted on saturated fats and sugar. Bon appetite.

Thank you for the best date night - random, sweet, and full of hilarity. It was truly one of my favorite evenings that we've spent together, because it just was. No rhyme or reason, I just liked it. I know I badger you constantly about "Well, why did you like it?!" Now you can badger me with the same question and I will answer simply: "Just because."

I love you,
Your New Wife who loves fancy evenings ending with simple treats.

Day 50.

Dear New Husband,

I hate change. And I hate not having enough space to keep all of our beloved belongings that we probably don't need any more.

Sigh. I was bound for an emotional meltdown, you know. I hadn't had one in a while. We should hang up one of those "Accident Free for 'X' number of days" signs. Except it would say "Emotional Meltdown Free for, etc. etc." Although we probably would be erasing it at least once a month. And the whole "All of our closets look like an excerpt from Hoarders" thing is driving me up the wall. What's worse is that I am realizing all of my stuff that we have to move into here. Such is life. Besides, I can put up with anything for 3 months!. . . Suddenly feeling very envious of all those who get married and move into a house immediately. I want to force them to share less than 800 square feet with another person.

But thanks for not listening to me when I insisted that we throw/give away/sell all of our possessions so we could have more space in our apartment. Because, again, we're moving in 3 months. That's it. A drop in the bucket of time we'll spend together. So thanks for letting me sob horrifically. And being apparently fine with the fact that you married an overly organized Type A insane person.

I love you,
Your New Wife that is wondering if you can have a garage sale with an apartment.

Day 49.

Dear New Husband,

We just finished watching The Cutting Edge; a family favorite o' mine. I appreciate you letting me talk you into an early 90's movie that you've never seen and the premise on Netflix sounds weird. But lets face it, movies on Netflix are mostly terrible. Except for The Cutting Edge, Two Headed Shark Attack and Dr. Zhivago.

But I appreciate all you've been doing today, while I type up more and more notes for my final exam. Our home looks so tidy as you find nooks and crannies to put all the things that haven't settled in the dust of moving.

And, as always, I thoroughly enjoy being your constant date to weddings. Being married and going to weddings might be my new favorite thing. . . Maybe we should start to crash weddings. Especially at where we got married so we can have the cake and food all over again. I really do think about those shrimp quesadillas at least once a day.

You are so dear to me and I am enjoying this day - all the laughter, the sweetness, the us-ness of this day is so wonderful.

I love you,
Your New Wife who always has the best date to events: Her New Husband.

Day 48.

Dear New Husband,

Alright, alright, alright. Top Golf was fun. Not that I didn't think it wasn't going to be fun - but I hate not being the best at something. Marriage really is showing me the areas that I need work. And tonight, that area is competitive spirit, with a defiant need to show everyone else up.

Blame it on being the youngest, blame it on being short, blame it on whatever you want. I think it has everything to do with me having a competitive nature about stuff that truly does not matter. So thanks for continually being patient with me and encouraging me to try again, no matter how many times I 'wiffed' the golf club.

I just enjoyed cracking jokes with you, having a slow evening, spent on our own time. I just love being able for us to call shots on what we do together without a care in the world. It truly is a pleasure to have a slow moving life with you.

I love you,
Your New Wife.

Day 47.

Dear New Husband,

I am so pleased that I became too infirm (I really should not try to be competitive and keep up with you for lifting weights. My back feels like Quasimodo's) for our date plans tonight. Though I fully expect us to try and go again, I enjoyed watching a movie and episode or two of another crime drama; calling our own playbooks: "That one is the killer! NO THAT ONE!!" Really. I don't know why we haven't been drafted by the local law enforcement. We could make a killing. . . Pun intended?

And I enjoyed that Blackmon and Weeden went in the first round, as did Wilson, and that we have yet another reason to dislike Boise State. Thanks, Tampa Bay.

Is it college football season yet?

But as much as I love the NFL draft, fighting crime from our couch and getting half priced pizza because the Rangers ran up the score against another team, again, I truly enjoy these nights with you. I love slow evenings - moving at our own paces and enjoying each other's company. Even if it means I'm slathered in Annie's Cheddar Bunnies, Aleve and a heating pad.

I love you,
Your New Wife who is way too competitive for her own good; because it gives her back problems.

Day 46.

Dear New Husband,

Again, on Wednesdays I always feel like I come up with an empty letter. Mainly because Wednesdays are truly my busiest day and I don't really get to see you and hear about your day until 9:30 or whenever we get out of home group. We don't get our normal work jokes or leisure evenings on Wednesdays.

I did, however, hear a Cake song today that reminded me of me and you. . . And you're probably looking up the lyrics thinking "Huhwhaaaa?" Just wait. Listen to the song first. The joke comes after the YouTube link.

I had a nice laugh for a really long time - though I had definitely heard this song before (Cake was a favorite band in high school), taking into consideration how outlandish it was made me so thankful that one of the only things you expect out of me is that I make the bed every morning. I'm thankful that you had guys in your life that were realistic and told you what it would really be like to live with a girl and that our hair gets everywhere. But I'm incredibly thankful you have dudes that don't expect a woman like Cake does. I think that's the whole point of the song. Just took me 10 years to figure it out.

You have to admit though, I do have fingernails that shine like justice. Sadly, somehow, I don't have a machete. . .

2 month anniversary gift?

I love you,
Your New Wife who probably shouldn't be allowed around a machete. Or any kind of sharp object. Not even a letter opener. Or a thumb tack.

Day 45.

Dear New Husband,

I'm getting over the top excited for our potential road trip plans! Mad Libs, beef jerky, license plate tag, explorations! What's not to love? 

I think what I'm most excited about is the fact that we will have worked so hard to save for it; what an accomplishment in and of itself. I hope that we can continue to dream big (Although a roadtrip isn't that big of a deal and isn't the biggest vacation dreams we have) and save our hard earned monies to have such fun adventures together. 

So here's to making plans and following through with them; to loving each other well, to valuing and making time for our independence with friends and being completely present for our time together and finding endless opportunities to entertain ourselves. Such as making up dance moves to the Bones and Crossing Jordan theme songs. And to not thinking every time we see a door ajar that a crime scene is waiting in the wings.

I love you,

Your New Wife that enjoys evenings with friends, but enjoys ending her nights with her new husband.