I read something in the Readers Digest this morning (I won't tell you where I was, but maybe I just did) that was advice from mothers to their children, and one of them was how to stay married. It said just one thing: marry someone that makes you laugh. To me, that is a best friend. They are there with/for you through all the good and the bad, but they are the ones you have fun with, laugh with, and enjoy the most out of life with.
I'm not saying our relationship has been perfect. We, just as all married couples, have fought, cried, and mean mugged. But those times really have been overshadowed by all of the times we've laughed. And loved. And snowboarded, fished, camped, Seahawk knuckled, snuggled, etc etc.
Remember this post about the 14 page love letter I found, written for my college freshman boyfriend? When reading it, I felt those old feelings of missing him while he was away and thinking of the future when I got to spend every day and night with him. It seemed like such a far off event. Being married, being one. That was 13 years ago. Crazytown. I really did feel such strong feelings for this man and I knew they were for reals. But to say that out loud as a 17 year old sounds kinda silly because how can you know at that age that your choice in "the one" is really going to turn out to be "the one"??? Sometimes it just works out that way.
Us @ Prom 2000
Thanks Lyndee for the pics I stole from your FB page :)
We did not live together before we got married. So even though we'd already been together for about 5 years, there was still something very exciting to look forward to. I knew most of his habits, and he mine, but there was a sense of newness to the relationship that made it all that more exciting. It was the beginning of the longest slumber party I've ever had. I remember not being able to sleep very well with someone RIGHT THERE. (We had a queen bed and if you don't know, Hottie Hubs is 6'7"). Now when he's not there I can't sleep very well.
We still hide behind corners and scare each other. We have been known to dump a cup of cold water over the shower curtain, and most recently he got me with the ol' rubber band around the kitchen sprayer. We are each others best audiences, laughing at our duuuumb jokes. (Most recent: his impression of playing a giant violin during opening credits of Walking Dead)
Thanks to you my love, for finding my jokes still funny, my face still beautiful, and for keeping my heart fluttering.