"Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love." -- Elie Wiesel
I agree with Wiesel, the author and Holocaust survivor, but I would add that the greatest loves of our lives are also the best friends we've ever had.
My husband is more than just my husband. He is my best friend, my closest confident, the person who knows me better than anyone else in the world. He knows when I'm truly happy and when I'm sad or angry and he knows when to cheer or cry or yell with me and when to just leave me alone. He knows what it takes to make me happy when I'm not or happy just because he wants to do something that will make me smile.
My husband is my partner in everything we do, from buying and maintaining our home to raising our child. Most of the time -- he is a man, after all -- he knows what needs to be done without my having to ask him to do it. He picks up where I slack off.
Right now, even though he got home from work two hours later than usual, he's playing with our son in his room so that I can finish writing on my blog before it's time to take dinner out of the oven. I didn't have to ask. He knew that if I had just 10 more uninterrupted minutes, I could finish writing this so that I will have a clear head when we sit down to eat.
I've had many great friends throughout my life, some who know a lot of stories about me that my husband doesn't know. And those are memories that I cherish, not because they are secrets that he's not aware of, but because I look forward to sharing each of those little nuggets with him whenever they come to mind. I know that he'll listen, because that's what best friends and great loves do.
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