I’m a little frustrated right now. Apparently I’m not very good at adjusting to new things. Specifically, I’m not good at sharing a bed with another person. While we were on our honeymoon it wasn’t a big deal because we had a king size bed. Here in our apartment though, we only have a queen. I slept terribly last night, feel like crap today because of it, and keep worrying that Peter is disappointed. I know it’s not my fault or anything, and it’s a really minor thing, but it feels like a personal failure. I hope it will get easier soon.

I have a minute to post something right now because my husband likes to sleep a little later than I do. That’s right, my husband. We’re currently on our honeymoon in Newport, an it’s been wonderful so far. We haven’t done anything particularly noteworthy, but we’ve had tons of time to be our normal goofy selves. What I really wanted to post about though was the surprise I finally got to reveal to my hubby at our reception.

Before the toasts, I had my own something to say. I gave Peter one little paper crane. By itself, it didn’t look like much, but then I got to explain. A few months shy of two years ago, we went on our first date at a little Chinese place. I folded the little paper placemat with the Chinese zodiac on it into a paper crane and gave it to Peter, but he forgot to grab it at the end of the meal. I did pick it up though, and I threw it in a shoebox. That shoebox gradually filled with more cranes, until I needed more shoeboxes. The night before our wedding, I folded the thousandth crane. Six shoeboxes of varying sizes were filled, and I got to make a wish.

My wish, which I declared in front of everyone at the reception, was this: “no matter where life takes us or how circumstances change, I wish that we will always be able to find joy in each other, to find comfort in each other, and to never forget how much in love we are”. Also, each crane that I folded has a note to Peter written inside it, and I’ve told him that he gets to open and read one every day for the first thousand days of our marriage.

One more week until I get married. Exactly one week from now, I’m going to be in Newport, probably asleep, cuddled up close to my husband. No more cold beds, no more lonely nights. This last month or so hasn’t been the easiest, with all the stress I’ve had, but he’s still always been there to support me no matter what. He’s dealt with me when I’ve yelled at him for something he didn’t deserve to be yelled at about, held me when I’ve broken down and cried, and made me laugh when I needed it most. I love my man more than life itself, and he knows very well that my heart is his and I would do absolutely anything for him.

I wish I had more time to write tonight, but I just got home from my bachelorette party (which was some of the most fun I’ve had in quite a while), and I’m exhausted.

Just one more week.

Vine and phoenix feather, twelve and a half inches, unyielding

First post from my iPhone :)