A Good Year

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Instead of doing work, I’m reading archives, since work right now makes me cranky and archives make me agreeably nostalgic.

One year and sixteen days ago, Mr. Ben studies — hilariously — for the Bar.

One year and five days ago, I reflect, “I’ve had over a year to get used to the idea of being a “wife.” I’m not quite there yet. I am more comfortable with the idea of being a “bride,” anyway, but that’s largely because my mother has made it easy on me. And now the wedding is in five days. FIVE DAYS!”

And one year ago, a woman on the street gives me a pre-celebration blessing: “‘My GAWD,’ she twanged, hand over heart, ‘you look so beautiful! You look just like I did before MY first marriage!'”

Here is the wedding entry. Thanks to mystical good fortune, I am as happy now as I was then, although I am still not yet okay with the idea of being a “wife.” Perhaps I can just be a Newlywed for a really long time.

Happy One Year, baby.

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