We officially started our married life.
It was more uneventful than I had imagined.
During the day, he went to work, while I stayed at home teaching online classes to students interested in insects.
In the evenings, he almost never worked overtime, and would call to let me know before he came home.
To keep things simple, we'd have either rice porridge or pasta for dinner.
We slowly fell into a comfortable rhythm over every bowl of rice porridge and pasta we shared.
To be specific, I would put a pot of water on to a boil, and he knew to add the pasta once the water came to a rolling boil.
Then he would stand quietly, watching me prepare all kinds of toppings.
What delighted me most was how heartily he ate.
It was like he was eating the best thing he'd ever tasted in his life.
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