Yes, I'm almost certain that my wife would agree with that. She may have had more anxiety than I had just about living on her own, since she went from living with her parents to living with me, but it was a very happy, carefree time.
She was frequently the sexual initiator. She was very affectionate. I remember when I would visit her at her parents' house, she would sit next to me, always touching, and lots of hugs and kisses. And it would come time for me to go, she would kiss me like crazy, saying "Don't go, don't go." Yeah, it sounds gag-me-with-a-spoon now, but boy, do I miss those days.
This stayed largely the same for two years, until our daughter came alone. She slept very little, NEVER napped, and generally wore us both down. We never seem to have fully recovered from that.
