It has been 13 years today since I said "I do" promise to love him through sickness and health, richer or poorer, til death do we part. Never did I imagine that day what the next years would bring, and I'm sure now I can't even begin to imagine what the next 13 will bring either. I love this man more now than I could have ever imagined. So often I see people commenting on how great their husband is and what wonderful things he does or says, and I often scratch my head and wonder how they could have the best husband ever when I have the best husband ever? It all comes down to him being the best husband for me. Some people could not have been as supporting or compassionate over the last two years as we fought cancer together, but he was. He has accepted me just the way I am, both inside and outside. He put up with my constant crying after the birth of our third and supported me as I fought to find a medicine that would help me feel normal and not be so anxious. He knows what I like and will avoid what I don't like just because he knows (aka food at a restaurant). It's not all the big things either, it's the little things like closing the shower curtain after a shower or opening the blinds in the morning so we don't look like we live in a cave, or putting gas in my car so I don't have to worry about it, or rearranging his schedule to accommodate mine. He simply is the best husband for me! Yup. I love him. For better or worse. In sickness and health, richer or poorer, until death (and long after I hope).
We were just kids. We had a kid. We kinda had to get married. It wasn't always easy those first years. Lots of learning and adjusting had to be done. We preserved and here we are. Three kids and one house later! Nothing I would change about this relationship!
