My wife Missy and I got married 7 years ago yesterday. It's been a whirlwind ride. We've had some really great highs, some really crappy lows. We've seen one another through good fortune, and tragedy.
I wouldn't trade a minute of it.
My wife is amazing. She's so good to me. Every day we're together is a little bit better than the day that came before it.
I know that I can be a challenging partner. I'm ambitious, always involved in a million things. I overthink the ever living heck out of everything. (Why do I do that? See?) I tend to dance to the beat of a different drum. There are all kinds of social, sexual, and philosophical ways that I'm not the easy choice for a husband.
She sticks by me anyhow. She's my greatest supporter. She's kind, loving, and giving. If there were black belts given for cuddling, or giving bubble baths, she'd have them. Sometimes, when I'm being my littler self, she watches me with an amused, delighted, grin. She loves all of me.
Being married to her is the single best part of my entire life.