When you marry your bestfriend ........

Twenty-seven years ago today I married my best friend.  Yes, I walked down that church isle and I quickly considered all of what this was going to mean for me, for us.  The truth is I was terrified and I believed it was obvious to everyone that showed up to that tiny church that day.  My flowers shook as my hands trembled and all I could do was look at my 'almost husband' and hope that I was doing the right thing.  I was not worried so much about me, it was him that I was really worried for.  I believed in my heart that he could have done much better than I for a life partner.  He was my best friend and I had put him through the wringer for those 5 years that we dated and still there he was standing proud and beautiful in his white tuxedo ready to vow to love me forever.  And, there I stood not feeling worthy of that love.

What brought me to that moment in time is a story that needs to be told another time.  However, fast forward twenty-seven years and I can tell you I am worthy of that love.  I know this because I believe I was hand picked by God for my husband and he was hand picked by God for me.  The longer I am in relationship with anyone, the more I understand that we are put in each others lives for a reason.  My husband was given to me for a reason, he has cherished my heart through some of my most darkest moments and he has shared in the joy in the most brightest of days.   We have literally grown up together and we have raised three amazing children into adulthood together as well.  I am married to my very best friend who I know has my best interest at heart even when it doesn't always feel that way.  I trust his intentions always, and believe in the integrity of the love he has for me. 

I am married to my best friend ..........