Happily ever after?

I woke up ready to write. Somewhat unusual when I only have ever written at night in the dark. Here I am in a white fluffy bed looking at the skyline of atlanta. 

ALot has changed, and I haven't processed all the changes. I am married. Which doesn't feel real. OUr relationship hasn't changed. Joe calls me his wife, I am still trying to figure out who he is talking about. Most of my life a husband has been this thing guiding me to the horizon. Now it's in the rear view mirror. Everyone talks about how motherhood changes you. I figured on a smaller level that marriage changes you. Yet here I am still a whippersnapper. 

The husband has been great. He has always loved promotions, and he treats it like he is getting his yearly review from the board. He talks about the future with realism. He casually talks about children now. He is more affectionate now. I didn't realize all these months he has been holding out. 

I don't want to talk about happy endings, but it kinda feels like that's happening.