Thirteen years ago I married my "Best-Friend".
I mean that!
When we met, we became friends first - although "The Man" was deeply in love with me. I had been hurt, I mean really hurt, and had almost decided that I was going to, by choice, live my life alone because I never wanted to feel that hurt again!! However, he would not give up on me, he called, we talked, we did things as a group and slowly the group got smaller, then it was just us, doing everything together. It was so wonderful to have someone that was so like me, so fun and such a good man to call my friend. When he professed his love to me, I thought that would end it all, I was so scared and I did not want to loose what I had finally achieved; a relationship with a man that was built on respect and mutual appreciation. But as I searched my heart, prayed long and hard about it, I knew that I loved him, but could I trust again.......
I am happy to say that it was a good risk and one that has produced 2 amazing children and memories of a life filled with someone that I deeply love.
All of this because two people fell in love and I know that the best is yet to come!
Happy 13th Anniversary,
I love you!