Comfort food and cold feet

Last night we had dinner at Panino’s, a tiny Italian place near our house. To say that we love Panino’s would be an understatement. We eat there at least once a week, usually on a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday because we now get United miles for dining. I prefer Wednesdays because they do delicious $5 martinis. I usually get a greek salad (no onions and I never even have to remind our server about this anymore) and Greg has been ordering the eggplant parm a lot lately. When we walk in, we are always greeted warmly by the servers who have come to know us. When Greg told our server that he didn’t really need the minestrone soup last night, he suggested that he just take it home. “Then you don’t have to cook for him tomorrow,” he said. I laughed (knowing that Greg was really just going to have it for lunch and I’d still have to cook dinner) but it was cute how domestic he just assumed we are. And he was right. We have taken almost every family member imaginable – his dad, my mom and sister, his mom and grandma… We have a nice little routine and it is comforting. I laugh at how familiar it is but I hope that never changes. It often feels like we have already been married a few years and it’s the things like our dinners at Panino’s that strengthen that feeling. Recently, I’ve been asked if I’m scared to get married. I’ve never even thought about it although, for a really long time, I never even wanted be someone’s wife. I figured it wasn’t for me and I was content with that. Funny how one person can change so much; I eat meat, I drink red wine, and I’m about to become a Newman. At this point, however, it all just seems completely logical. Why would I be scared? I tell people we are practically married anyway, this just makes it official. Neither one of us thinks that anything will change once we are man and wife. When one of our valet guys found out we got engaged his response was “You mean y’all haven’t been married this whole time?!” He seemed shocked.
Maybe there’s something I am missing or maybe I’m not scared because there’s nothing to be scared of and, when you are with the right person, you just know. Maybe I will get cold feet as the day gets closer… who knows! I wonder if people have asked Greg the same thing and I wonder how he responds or how he would respond, if asked….