Tales of New Marriage

January 21, 2021

Grace Bianco here.

I have been married for thirteen days. I am twenty years old. With every passing day, I seem to find more things to say about my day. Enjoy reading my “therapy”!

This morning I made energy peanut butter balls to keep in the fridge for my husband and I. It was a super easy recipe, and I am able to keep them in the fridge for awhile. It gives us a high protein snack to munch on throughout the day.

I, of course, was very proud of them, and posted them to my instagram story. Any time I cook or clean, I pat myself on the back. Being a housewife is my new job, and I want to be good at it. I celebrate any “win”.

Then, I called my grandmother. She struggles with heart failure, and wasn’t able to attend my wedding. I called her to tell her about my wedding and honeymoon. We talked for a good bit.

We decided that we wanted to go to my parents to pick up my dresser and a few other things.

I had taken some of the chicken we had leftover from the wedding out of the freezer. So, I made soup with it to bring over to my parents’.

My husband took way too long to get into the car. I got frustrated, because we had soup in the car. He apologized, and after awhile, got me to laugh. Learning to laugh at dumb things you get upset about is not always easy, but it does make life easier.

On the way, we realized we had brought my tiny car instead of my husband’s truck. We were going to my parents’ for my dresser, and we literally forgot the truck. What a face palm moment. That was impossible not to laugh at.

We made it to my parents. They are either really good at building my confidence or actually really enjoyed the soup. I’ll honestly take the compliment regardless.

I showed my mom the pictures. I went to show her the ugly ones, and suddenly, I was struggling to find the ones I hated so much. Turns out, there were many that weren’t as bad as I had originally thought. Another good laugh… If you haven’t caught on, I can be “slightly” dramatic.

GOOD NEWS! My husband and dad fought the dresser into my tiny car.

We hit a dog on our way home, and I was distraught about it. It was so dark. We didn’t see it till we hit it.

We ended the night with my husband picking through runts and only giving me the red ones and occasionally the green ones. I think runts are kind of gross, but if my husband is going to snack on candy next to me, I have to join him.

That was my day… How was yours??

See you tomorrow! Until then, follow me on Instagram @ gracekbianco