Surprises in marriage

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I've talked to many people recently that said they learned things about their spouse after they were married that surprised them, usually in a negative way. One woman was so surprised they seperated after 6 months. Another said she wished she'd taken more time to get to know, not her husband, but her prospective in-laws.
K has given me several surprises. Among those? He is such an amazing man. His capacity to love and serve outstrips any of the great people I've ever known. In fact, his amazingness surprises me so often I've stopped being surprised at his capacity to amaze me. I'm still wonderfully surprised every day when he does something so kind or funny or smart. But I've ceased being surprised by the fact that he's capable of surprising me. Now I just sit back and enjoy it instead of being floored by the fact that God must really love me to have given me such a great husband. (I'm running out of synonyms in this post for the word "amazing".)
Having spent the first five months of our courtship 700 miles apart probably taught us good communication skills. Plus he's also skilled at discussing important topics in a peaceful, open way so the fact that he hasn't surprised me doesn't actually surprise me.
I recently gave him a big surprise, however. I dance in my car while driving. He's never witnessed this but I confessed to him last night that I rock out in my car. This confession was extracted after an embarrassing encounter with the father of one of my Sunbeams (one of the 3 year old's I teach at church). I love the annonymity and ability to be completely free and blare my music that my car affords. Unfortunately half our ward lives on our street so the annonymity part is out the window.
I'd post a recent picture of us but, well, neither of us think we're very photogenic. So my camera doesn't get much use. And when I do pull it out, it usually gets filled with pictures of the top/side of my head and him grimacing. (He's 8 inches taller than me and I haven't learned my friend, Lacie's, skill of self-portraiting...)