Monday, October 13, 2008

On this day, I married my best friend

Dear Hubby,

Eight years. Can you believe we've been married for eight years today? And together for 11? My, how time flies. I remember our first date as if it happened just last week. The way you were so worried and shy and such a gentleman the entire night, but so thrilled that I agreed to meet you.

We've both matured and changed over the years. We've adapted to those changes. We've grown and mellowed together. Our relationship has passed the hot and heavy stage and settled nicely in the comfortable, secure stage (but still perfectly able and willing to revert to the hot and heavy stage!). This is a good place to be. I am happy. I am content and I hope you are, too.

You are my best friend. I know it doesn't feel like it sometimes (ie. I know I can be difficult to live with!), but you are the person I come to first when things in my life suck. You are the person I share my ideas, my thoughts, my hopes and dreams with because I know you will handle them gently, no matter how silly they might sound. You have been the catalyst that helps me reach some of the dreams I never really thought possible. Thank you.

We've had our ups and downs. We've had some pretty rough downs, some I thought we wouldn't get through unscathed. But you stuck stubbornly with me and here we are, eight years later. We've learned some things about each other, we've both sacrificed, we've both given and taken and survived to be better people and a stronger couple for it all. Thank you.

We don't always see eye-to-eye, but that's okay because we have learned how to try to see from the other's point of view. I'm not the greatest communicator in our relationship, but you've had the patience to listen to my ramblings and shoulder my craziness and try to understand what I fail to communicate clearly. You have more patience with me than I would have ever had with myself. I probably would have smacked myself around a few times if I had to deal with my stubbornness!

I'm not always the best wife I could be, but dammit, I make a mean lasagna and chicken parmesan, that should count for something! Sometimes I pick fights for no reason at all and you don't lose your temper with me. (I'm sticking to the out-of-whack hormones excuse.) I don't know how you do it. For that, thank you.

Happy anniversary, hon. I hope we have many, many more.

Love ya!


Krista said...

Happy happy anniversary!!!

Alicia said...

Wonderful! Cherish every day together, and may there be many MANY more days to cherish.