So a year of marriage has gone by, which I believe makes us officially no longer newlyweds. It's funny, though, because I don't know that I ever felt like a newlywed. T and I have lived together for going on six years, after all, and have been involved for almost seven. Marriage really didn't change anything all that much from a practical standpoint, or even from an emotional one. In some ways, the crucial moment for us was deciding to get married in the first place -- everything that followed was just a formality. Then again, going through the formality was important to me, so maybe marking the date is meaningful after all.
I see that the clock has turned past midnight. Happy anniversary, T. May it mark the first of many good years together.