CHARLESTON, WV -- From the time we started dating, my wife and I just knew we were a perfect match.
Peas in a pod. Socks in a drawer. Reese Cups in a wrapper.
We shared the same interests, enjoyed the same music and ate the same foods. Whitney and I spent every possible waking hour together. When we were apart, we talked on the phone or traded messages online.
We laughed and cried together, and professed our undying love at least every day. Never had there ever been two people more perfectly suited for marital bliss.
And then we got married.
Today marks our seventh Valentine's Day together, and our fourth V-Day as a married couple. I'm still crazy about her. She, by all accounts, is crazy about me.
But looking back on those early, exciting days when we thought we were a perfect match . . . well, we were just crazy.
The truth came out soon after our honeymoon.
We didn't live together before getting married, so I knew nothing of her day-to-day habits. I had no idea this Sleeping Beauty could slumber through an atomic bomb blast. And when I finally managed to wake her up, I quickly learned she is capable of a level of grumpiness usually reserved for a member of the Seven Dwarfs.
I know living with me is not easy, either. Whitney is an extrovert who loves being around people. Her husband, meanwhile, tends to live inside his head. Sometimes, I'll eat my whole dinner without saying more than a few words. That's partially because Whitney is an excellent cook, and partially because I'm waiting for her to fill in the conversation.