Still, several months in, it feels a little odd to say, "my wife." It just doesn't quite feel natural yet.

There is, however, one place where the phrase just rolls off my tongue without hesitation. The grocery store.

I'll point at my grocery list and say, "Yeah, my wife needs... 'italian parsley.' I think she needs it to be italian. If it were just me, I'd be fine with any kind of parsely. But you know. My wife."