Two post wedding thoughts

1. In terms of rolling off the tongue, husband is far superior to fiance. However, just calling him husband sometimes feels a little...hypocritical. If he bellowed wife from another room, my hackles might rise. I'm going to try to get over it so that I can freely yell husband at him from across the house.
2. As I'm aging, my emotions are softening like pudding. I am a happy crier now. It's happened twice in the past two weeks. And this particular breed of tears seems to stop me from speaking without fully breaking down in to real sobs. So I become a mute or rush words. It's a weird phenomenon. Watch out world, I'm capable of crying in any situation at this point in life.