Rich and I are both major dorks. We don't care to spend time with anyone except each other, oh, and occasionally our kids and grandkids here and there. Occasionally. We are each other's best friend. Except for a dark period in our marriage, it has always been this way. I like the guy.
Early in our marriage, I lived for him to come home. I wanted to be the center of his world., and, I am pretty sure that I was. He was mine. We had our issues. I sometimes felt smothered by him, and I KNOW he felt smothered by me. I was very jealous of time he spent with his friends, but I got over it, and so did he. We finally settled in and got our groove on with each other.
Five kids came along and, for the most part, we agreed about how to raise them. Making mistakes here and there, kissing boo boos, laughing, crying. Looking back, the whole journey has been good. Even the times I thought I could never make it through, are memories worth remembering and cherishing.
Somewhere along the way, and I can't really pinpoint where, Rich became home. Home is not the house you live in. It is the person/people you are sharing the journey with. And if it is not your husband/wife, you need to MAKE IT SO.
We are not wealthy by any monetary means, but we love each other. We put each other first, even before other family members, because we are each other's family. First and foremost. He is my family. I am his. Always. We like it that way and it's really, really good.
