New Man and I have been married a whole year. It's been an amazing year - one with its ups and downs, its difficulties and its unexpected pleasures.
When we married, New Man was 45 and I was 38. We were both used to living on our own, and it wasn't always easy learning to live together. A year on, New Man almost always hangs his towel up properly in the bathroom and rinses the basin after he's shaved and then spread toothpaste everywhere, and I'm getting better at sorting out the mail straight away, shredding the junk mail with our address on, putting the rest of the junk in the recycling and filing the one or two important items rather than just leave everything to pile up over the weeks.
365 times, the last thing we've said to each other before we fall asleep is "I love you", and the first thing we've done in the morning is roll towards each other and kiss good morning.
We eat together, go for walks together, make plans together, laugh together (a lot), enjoy buying each other little presents, and pray together.
The first year of marriage has been great - we're both looking forward to many more.