Facebook post from one of my friends this morning: “Husband and Wife Week — If your spouse is your best friend, who works hard for you, who has been with you through thick and thin, who loves you when you’re at your worst, and to whom you are PROUD to be married, copy and paste this with the year you were married.”
Occasionally — on the days when I’m totally out of my tree — I’m a sweetheart. More often, however, I’m a broomstick-straddling bitch. But it’s all good. My dearest friend adores me no matter which face I’m wearing. We each enjoy the other’s laughter as much as our own. And when there are tears, we each use the other’s sleeve to smear the snot. We work hard — not only for the financial reward — but because that’s just what workaholics do. And workaholism is an addiction we both respect.
I am so proud that on June 7, 2005, I married the love of my life.
And when I look in the mirror each morning, I tell her so 🙂