About 45 minutes in, something weird happened. Sam and I finished the shelf. We stood back. He said, “Nice.” I said, “Thanks, honey.” Then we both froze and burst out laughing. It wasn’t romantic. It was just… functional. Quiet. Efficient.
Last Saturday, we decided to do a “Newlywed Game Night.” You know, the one where you guess your spouse’s favorite whatever. It started civilly. Mark guessed my favorite movie was The Notebook . (It’s Die Hard . He should know this.) swapping newlyweds next door
“Sam organized our junk drawer,” I replied. “It’s labeled. There’s a section for ‘cords nobody owns.’” About 45 minutes in, something weird happened