October 8, 2012
Sometimes when you get married, you lose friends.
You move away from family and you find that your life is very different than it once was.
But somewhere, in the midst of all of that, a beautiful thing happens.
He becomes the one you tell your deepest secrets to.
He becomes the one you want to tell everything to first, both the good and the bad.
He becomes your favorite sleepover.
He becomes your comic relief.
He becomes your best friend.
He becomes the one who makes you chicken noodle soup and takes care of you when you are sick.
He becomes the one who greets you with a hug and a kiss when you get home from school or work.
He becomes the one you tell about your day over the dinner table.
He becomes the one you sit next to at church every Sunday.
He becomes the one you love more than anything else in the world.
He becomes the one who loves you for exactly who you are.
He becomes your family.
The beautiful things is, even if I lose a friend or live far away from my family.
He IS my best friend.
He IS my family.
He's my person.
and I wouldn't have it any other way.