life as understood

Don't think I haven't noticed that I haven't included as much about Sarah in my blog as she includes about me. I'll justify myself by saying that her blog is the update blog, and mine is the, well, musing blog. Most of my musings are academic in nature, but that's surely not to say that most of my thoughts are as well. I guess I just generally prefer to keep private sentiments private as well, but this shouldn't be an excuse. Sarah is outrageously public with her affections, and as a service to my beloved, I shall now attempt some of the same.

A solid eight or nine months into marriage, I can safely say that it's still as if we got married eight or nine days ago, except we're not in Cancun. It's better, though, because normal college life is spectacular. Sarah makes it so.

She puts up with a lot from me, and takes it in stride. She never complains about my neuroticisms or my constant busyness. I'm gone a lot. She sends me periodic love texts throughout the day, and is always, ALWAYS happy to see me when I come home. Seeing her is a 100%-effective spirit-lifter for me as well. She's a straight-A student with pertinent research interests. She's by far the most attractive person in the History Department, man or woman. She manages to balance home life, studies, friends, spiritual, and all aspects of life with great aplomb. She is beloved by literally, absolutely all with whom she comes into contact. She is open-minded and able to connect to all, while still holding her own values and bubbliness intact. An essay of hers called "The Bluest Blue" is most prizeworthy. I hope it gets posted here beofre long. She is both the smartest and funniest girl I know, and will likely remain so indefinitely. Her selfless experimentations in the kitchen are second to none. She truly is a dream wife in so many ways, and I, the busy academic aspirer, so frequently take her for granted. No longer. She's the wonderfullest. That's right. The wonderfullest. I've smiled so much in the past eight or nine months, I can hardly stand it.