Love and Marriage

I had a serious a-ha moment the other day. And no, it did not involve a Norwegian band with a serious penchant for hitting ridiculously high notes while being chased through a pencil drawing by slightly older motorcycle riders brandishing wrenches. It was much more exciting than that. I was leaving my hotel room the other night to head down to a business dinner when I realized that Nathan was not there to hold my key and chap stick like he always does and I was going to have to come up with other arrangements. I'm not going to lie - it threw me for a bit of a loop. Now, this may seem like a small thing but it made me realize that Nathan and I are seriously married. I have, of course, realized that for the last five and a half years we have been legally and religiously recognized as a couple but at that moment I realized that our lives have become completely mangled with each others. I guess I no longer function as well on my own. I do much better when I know exactly where my chap stick is and that it is coming home with me when the dinner is over. What can I say? It may be messy and confusing at times, even deranged and terrifying, but I love my guy - my lip balm carrying man. This must be what J.Lo and Marc Anthony have...