I'm sitting in my living room in the dim light of morning. I can hear a rush of water as my wife showers in the thin-walled bathroom of our studio apartment. It’s peaceful and perfect and entirely foreign all at once. See, anyone who thinks marriage isn’t a sacrament, a religious commitment of body and soul, is in denial. There’sa noted shift. And it’s not just psychology, or proximity. Everything is different. The world has a different hue and everything before seems like almost another life entirely. A state of existence I can imagine, but not fully empathize. Fundamentally, reality has shifted.
We're married.
My wife is pregnant.
Everything has changed.
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