An Ode to my Very Best Friend

Today is a very special day!


It was four years ago today that I walked toward my very best friend, promising before God, family and friends for him to be my husband during our life together on this earth. It seems as though I have known you for a lifetime. Not because marriage to you has been a drudging chore, but because I cannot imagine my life without you in it.


The year 2009 brought many changes in our life. Our precious son was born just 51/2 months earlier. We together walked through our first year of parenthood, encountering the joy, some sorrow and struggles along the way. There were moments when I am quite sure that we were liking one another too well, but we loved each other all the while.

As I looked for a photo of the two of us, just the two of us, to post on this entry, I found none. The absence of even one photo of the two of us is evidence that we simply have not had enough just "us" time this year. As we enter into a new year of our marriage, I hope to have many memories of the "us" time, along with photos that are lasting proof! (I suppose it is time for us to line up a few extra babysitters to chase after Wild man!)

Even so, I adore you more today than yesterday and am certain that I will love you even more tomorrow. I have hope that I will be able to love you greater as we continue to build our family and run this race called life hand in hand.

God knew exactly what He was doing when he paired me with you. You are one of the most stubborn and brilliant men I know. I would be bored to tears if it were not for your ever questioning, challenging nature.

I appreciate when you answer my questions in the middle of the night. When I wake you. After it has taken you a half hour to fall asleep. When the question is really stupid. And you are really tired.

I admire you as a Father. You give our son his baths when I'm too huge to bend down and then to pick him back out of the tub. You are patient with our little guy and he loves to wrestle and tumble on the floor with you.

I cannot imagine having faced the uncertainty of our son's critical state at Vanderbilt without your arms around me.

I love that you think I'm beautiful even though my body is stretching out in ways I never quite thought possible.

I laugh that you are conservative, yet wild at heart. You're the guy who will climb up in the tree while it is being cut down. The guy on the roof, hanging from the ceiling and being shot at in remote places on Kentucky rivers. The rough and tough tumble guy who cried as I walked down the isle to become your wife.

You are my favorite. My best friend, my husband, my sole mate, my love.

Happy Anniversary!