Eight years ago, I signed on the dotted line and married my best friend. It wasn’t a lavish ceremony, actually it was quite the opposite. He was more dressed up than I was and I don’t think either of us really knew what we were in for. All we knew is that we loved each other, wanted to spend our lives together and come hell or highwater, we were doing it.
There were many, and I repeat MANY, people against our Union. Our Mother’s weren’t there, all of our friends weren’t there, our kids weren’t there. It was quick, it was funny and no one thought it would last. As a matter of fact, some people placed bets on how many years it would take until we were divorced…hey, never said our friends were classy.
To the surprise of many, and even to ourselves, we are not divorced. We will not be getting divorced and we are more in love today than we were so many years ago. We have seen so many trials and tests. We have been pushed almost to our breaking point but in those moments, the ones that really count…neither of us could walk away from the other.
There have been many great stories of love written over the years and for some reason, that is the standard in which we try to live up to. But those stories are just that. Stories. They aren’t real. They skim the surface of what real love is. I am one of the blessed few who has real love. It’s not always pretty, it’s not always easy but it’s always worth it.
I love you dear Husband. I love you so very much.