Saturday, February 09, 2008

February 9, 2002

In honour of my husband's heritage, the program for our wedding ceremony contained the following Native American blessing:

"Now you will feel no rain, for you will be shelter for each other.
Now you will feel no cold, for you will be warmth for each other.
Now you will feel no loneliness, for you will be friends for each other.
Now you are two people, but there is only one road you will walk together.
Go now to your home, and may your days be long upon the earth."

Six years later, those words have greater significance. My husband is my best friend. He has seen me at by best and at my worst. He knows all my fears, vulnerabilities and deep dark secrets. He knows my happiest moments and greatest humiliations. He has been there to comfort me when I cry and, sometimes, he has been the very reason for my tears. We debate, disagree and laugh with each other. We are two separate individuals but we walk the road of life together.

Marriage has not been easy for us. Like most married couples, our relationship has seen its exhilarating highs and disappointing lows. But the difficult times are far outweighed by the good times. And the person who can, and does, push all my buttons is the same person who knows what to say or do to put a smile on my face. He's the same person who wipes my tears away and comforts me during my darkest moments. And while the road we have walked together has not always been easy, I wouldn't want to take this journey with anyone but my best friend.

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