Yep, I'll admit it: I didn't marry my best friend. Fourteen years ago I pledged myself to a wonderful man. He was funny and smart and talented and decisive...and, for some strange reason, he loved me. It was so easy to love him back! We had fun together, and I knew he was a good man. I was so honored to become his wife.
But somehow I isolated his role in my life. Here is "husband," there is "friend." I didn't trust him with all of me like I should have. I didn't share my hurts and fears and concerns with him. I loved being his wife, being mother to his children...
Yet there is so much more to be had than just living in the same house together. Even more than raising a family together. I have learned so much over the years! God has broken me in ways that have allowed my husband to learn who I am more completely than anyone else I have ever known. And the miracle is that he still is by my side, that he still loves me.
He is faithful and honest and gentle and firm. He loves to have fun but knows when to be serious. He is a provider and a playmate. He is a leader and also my support.
There was a time when he was only my husband. But slowly over the years, he has become so many other things to me. My strong shoulder when I need to cry. My wisdom when I am confused. My coach when I am unmotivated. My pastor, teaching me from the Word. My comedian, making me laugh when I want to be mad. My authority when the kids are difficult. My wardrobe consultant. My movie partner. My dinner date. My best memories and my greatest future dreams.
Our marriage is not always smooth and full of laughter. Sometimes we disagree or even fight. But every storm brings us closer together and shows me the treasure I have been given in this man. No, I didn't marry my best friend. But, by the grace of God, my husband is my friend today. He is the first one I think of when I wake up, and the comforting warmth as I fall asleep. He is in my thoughts throughout the day and the one I desire most to please. He is, now and forever, my best friend.