I knew he was ‘the one’ after our first date… but I didn’t know I knew that until about a year ago. I had just finished ranting about something really stupid like how he leaves his cereal bowl sitting in the sink and runs the bowl full of water so that it’s easier to clean later when we do the dishes and how wouldn’t it just be easier to RINSE it and leave it in the drainer?

He looked at me and said, “I’m done – I can’t do anything right around here – I try to help and you don’t even see it.”

And that’s when it dawned on me. I was whining about stupid things because I didn’t have anything to really complain about. At work I listen to other wives complain about how their husbands are always out with the guys and leaving them home alone with the kids. Or how theirs spend their paychecks before paying any bills. Or how they think he cheating. Or how they don’t have anything to talk about when they are together. Or how their husband has never seen them without makeup – or heard them fart – or whatever. And I thank god that I’m not in their shoes.

So, thank you, Tim, for being my best friend and allowing me to be so comfortable with you. In our 13 years together we’ve never had a lack of conversation, never gone without a necessity, never had a desire for anyone else, never had to hide who we really are. I know we’re lucky and I’ll still love you when your nipples are down on your waistband.