Does it feel strange?

“Does it feel strange to be getting married?” a friend asked me.

I paused.

To be in my late 30s and getting married for the first time. To share my day-in-day-out life with someone who sees my most embarrassing moments and my glaring flaws. To regularly cook for someone else, occasionally burning the potatoes and hard-boiling eggs until the yolks are green, but I have to serve them anyway. To put away food because the climate doesn’t have a year-round growing season. To factor someone else’s preferences and opinions into every decision. To not have to worry how I’m going to support myself or how I’m going to fix the wiring in my lamp without electrocuting myself or where I could invest a little extra cash.

Yes, I’d say that the idea of marriage is absolutely strange.

On the other hand, getting married to J feels like the most natural thing in the world, a natural progression of a serious relationship built on trust. And after all, why in the world wouldn’t I want to spend the rest of my life with my most favoritest person in the world? 

So, no, it doesn’t feel one bit strange.

At the end of the day, I don’t know that it matters where “getting married” falls on my strange-normal continuum. I’ll take the strange and the normal feelings–and everything in between–as part of the beautiful package of being married to J.