While I've spent the last four years making fun of my husband via blog, he has allowed the abuse in silence. Then I turned 30 on Sunday and he crept from the shadows, surprising me with that post. Raise your hand if you believe I'm headed straight to hell...
Although, Tod knows how I feel. I omit the gushy and sweet on my blog for entertainment purposes. I don't have to announce every compliment, flower, date night and surprise on my blog. That's for us.
But I will say this once: My decision to marry Tod is the best one I've made.
It's not because Tod is a perfect person. And it's not because he thinks I'm perfect, either. It's because we are each other's best possible match.
Marriage is fragile. I've seen strong ones disintegrate without much warning. I have several divorced friends who wonder what they were thinking the first time. It often stems back to not choosing their very best possible match originally.
I dated several different guys before Tod. All of them with different qualities that appealed to me. In the end though, I couldn't picture myself laughing with them at a dinner party 20 years down the road. I couldn't imagine laying next to them at night talking about nothing in the dark. I wanted someone who knew I was ready to leave a party without me having to say so. My future with them never.felt.quite.right. Something was always a little off or missing.