I should probably apologize to any of you who felt the world stop spinning somewhere between 7:00 and 8:00 this morning. That’s because Jeremy and I put the world on pause and just allowed ourselves to believe for a moment that we had all the time in the world to just be. We lapsed into a comfortable cuddle–not the kind filled with pointy scapulas, uneven weight distribution, and a little too much muscle tension. This cuddle was perfect and relaxing as we drifted in and out of sleep, and dreamed together about spending an entire day with the world on pause.

So I think this makes 2 posts in a row about my husband, which threatens to make this “a couple’s blog.” Gasp. Shouldn’t I have something else to blog about besides my marriage? Don’t  I know that I can alienate readers by borderline bragging about how great my husband is?

Yes I know. And no, I don’t want this to become a couple’s blog.

But I simply have to record these moments, because I am learning enough to know that world-pausing moments need to be documented for when occasional storms arise.

Marriage is a new frontier, and to be honest, sometimes when you try to meld two lives together, you can experience a little wind resistance. The “adjustment to marriage” process is a process, and sometimes there was some emotional bruising along the way. It’s like moving through the dark after you’ve rearranged the furniture. There’s bound to be some surprises.

But they aren’t scars, they’re just little bruises, and they heal up nicely in time. And after a couple of months of adjustment, you learn that these little pauses are necessary to both experience AND to document. Because once you stop resisting the wind, you learn that it can carry you further than you could have traveled on your own.

Maybe this post won’t make sense to anyone but me. I’m the first to admit that there were too many metaphors. But I think, in a way, this post was just for me and Jeremy Man. A way of saying: