Yesterday was 4 weeks since Rob and I married. Tomorrow is the official one month anniversary. My mother-in-law called yesterday to see how I was doing and wish us a happy one month. My aunt sent us a card that arrived today. Rob and I have been…..um….busy ….being newlyweds. Among other things. Like the continual sorting and purging of stuff, getting ready for Katy’s birthday and our trip West Yellowstone over the long weekend that is coming up soon. And there is, of course, the immigration paperwork to make sense of with its hoops and hurdles and appointments to make.

In between all these we managed to score a real live babysitter and go out on a real date last weekend. Dinner in the city. A visit to the pub after. Snuggling and nuzzling for the whole world to see and wonder why people as old as we are couldn’t do that sort of thing in the privacy of their own home. 

Today while I was folding laundry and marveling at the number of t-shirts my husband not only owns but manages to go through every week, I reminded myself that I love to see Rob in a t-shirt and jeans. He is the least clothes conscious person I know. Clothes are a necessity and he treats them as such. Maybe that is why he looks so incredibly good in jeans and a t-shirt. He is easily the sexiest man I know and his demeanor has a lot to do with it. So sure of himself and who he is under his skin that everything he wears takes on a self-confident aura that is powerful and attractive.

He sent me a mushy email today. Well, mushy and blatantly suggestive. Since so much of our early courtship took place with him at the computer in his office and me at the computer in my classroom, I have this mental image of what he must look like as he sits there typing away. Jeans and t-shirt, except on days he has big meetings. Bright blue eyes. “Gin and Juice” playing in the background. That smile he smiles at me when he is thinking something naughty. And I can’t wait to see him. The anticipation hasn’t changed or abated and I wonder if it will over time, as it seems to for so many people, and I doubt it highly.

Happy One Month Anniversary, my Love.