I am who I am because of who raised me. My parents have done something I can only hope to accomplish a part of. They have been married for 45 years. But it's not about being married for 45 years that's the story, it's the fact that they've been best friends for 45 years....at least that is the impression I have. As I lie here in bed with my boy out of town, I realize how important it is to share your life with someone you consider to be your best friend. For the past 5 days I've been wandering around aimlessly looking for my proverbial left arm because he's out of town.
I remember when I was little....my mom would be in her bathroom combing her hair and putting on some lipstick. Us kids would say 'mom, where you going?' She would reply with, 'no where, you dad's coming home' . And you know what......my dad always came home....Because he liked to, and my mom liked him to.
Very cool. And I am very thankful that in my later years I have been lucky enough to have found the same thing in my partner as my my mom found in hers so many years ago.
And I hope all of my children get to experience what I have been lucky enough to experience.
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