Cousins

When my cousins – well, two of them, and they’re siblings – were in town recently, our grandma kicked us out early, so she could get ready for bed in silence. This was even though my cousins were staying with her that night. Actually, only one was, I think. I guess the other was staying with her in-laws down the road or something, though I really don’t remember. I just know she wasn’t staying with us.

Anyway, moving on.

My grandma sent us out, so we went to the community room on her floor that has a pool table. Since we were there, we went ahead and played a bit while we hung out. At one point, the male cousin asks me what the number time biggest difference is being married. (They last saw me the week of my wedding a few months beforehand.) I considered the question briefly, then responded, “The sex.”

I looked to the other cousin, who is also married and is quite Catholic, and she made a face and nodded vigorously in honest agreement. It was the same for her when she got married all those years ago. Her brother, however, seemed a bit stunned for a few moments. After a brief consideration, he accepted the situation for what is was, laughed, and agreed that, ‘Yes, that would be a really big difference.’

We all had a good chuckle over it. His question might be differently answered – well, it certainly would be so – by most couples these days after they marry. But our answer was the comically obvious one, given that our relationship was uncommonly Christ-centered for these modern times. I don’t know many couples who operated so on their relationship with one another before marriage, and it never surprised me when people assumed we were having sex all along, since it is so common. But it was a touch surprising that this one cousin didn’t know, because everyone else in the family certainly did. So, it was just really silly to have that question, given our rather known circumstances.

Anyway, I’m rambling… I’m just so sick to my stomach right now from the hormones, I can barely focus. Ugh…. It was supposed to be a little funny story, though I’m not so sure it panned out in the telling this time.

Oh, my stomach….. uuuhhhhhhhh(!!!!!!!!!!!!!)…

God, heal me of the nausea while making the baby healthy, please. Keep my husband safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2024