I couldn't let V-Day pass without waxing poetically about the man I married....OK, OK I'm not a very poetic person.
But I'll say this. I married my best friend 5 1/2 years ago and it's the best thing I ever did. JB was my high school sweetheart, my first kiss, my first love. Even when we took that "break" during my senior year of high school, I knew deep down there was never anyone else. Luckily, he knew that, too.
We've spent nearly half our lives together. We got lost at Versailles together, buried our wedding cake together, and made midnight runs to Waffle House more times than I can count.
He proposed to me in the same place where my dad proposed to my mom. He bought me a vintage yellow bicycle, refurbished it himself and gave it to me for Christmas. I tolerate his obsession with sci-fi and he tolerates my obsession with grammar and movies based on British novels. Our Halloween costumes have included Dwight & Angela and lumberjacks. He supports my novel writing and tells me I'm awesome at it.
We had two sons together, endured the loss of one of them together. We've held each other up, cried and laughed together, and our relationship is stronger now than ever. We're raising our sweet, beautiful son Will together.
Our marriage is not perfect. But it's one of the best things in my life and I'm so, so glad JB is mine and I am his.