13 years ago I married my best friend. Richard and I knew right away that we were meant to be together. We both owned houses, had established careers and were just at that phase in life where the cards just all fell into place. We actually got married 1 year, 1 month and 2 days after our first date, we would have done it the day before, but I wanted a Saturday wedding.
As with many things in our lives we had a simple ceremony and reception. It was laid back and relaxing for everyone. That’s us. Our house is one that people enjoy visiting and feel comfortable being in. Now, while neither Richard or I have a huge group of friends, typically, we do have people through the years that touch our lives.
Over the past 13 years we have found that together we are the most comfortable. We have similar senses of humor which helps. There are many times when we just look at each other and laugh because we know what the other person is thinking. We have certainly had our ups and downs. We have been together through moves, job changes, loses and gains.
Richard respects my need for Independence, and I his. But, at the same time, we do almost everything together. We see ourselves as two pieces that can stand on their own, but together we are so much stronger. I think of him as my rock. He is the person who is there for me no matter what. The one I want by my side when I make the tough decisions or deal with the the decisions that are made for me. He is the one I want to call in times of happiness and sadness. He is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Together we can deal with anything.