14 hard lessons I've learnt in my first 3 months of marriage
Brittany and I are only a few hours away from jetting to Hobart (via Sydney to marry Andrew and Mel!) for our honeymoon, and I’m reflecting on the fact that when we get home, the earth will have completed one of it’s annual orbits around the sun since Britt and I “hooked up”. It’s one year since I told her that I thought she was loved, by me. We’d been friends for four years earlier, so I was pretty relieved to find out she thought I was tonnes hot as well. [I’m told tonnes is the cool word the kids are using these days. I just want to be hip and with it.] In that time I’ve lived in five different cities, with both of us trying to find the right lifestyle we both want to lead, Britt has gone through two mobile phones calling me to find out which baby name I like the best, and we’ve only had five fights worth talking about! [Spoiler for the young ones: adults sometimes disagree on things or they sometimes have insecurities. Because of...