I have to say that going to the midway at the fair is a good example of how a person changes after marriage. I never liked the midway when I was growing up. I thought it was just too loud and bright and un-fair like. I liked good rides, mind you. A trip to a good, legitimate theme park was a summer perk every year. The midway at the fair? Just too dangerous. Chris came along and after a couple years of convincing, he got me to take my children through that part of the fair without (me) causing a scene. They even rode the carousel. How's that for living on the wild side?
Our little family of five (plus Rebekah) had a great day. We came home sweaty, dirty, and smelling like the cattle barn. Just like you should after going to the fair.