Yesterday we celebrated the love of some of our friends at a beautiful, although rainy, wedding. (Congratulations to Adrienne and David!) As I was listening to couple make promises to each other for better or for worse, it really got me thinking about my relationship.
I tend to be the person who wants everything to be perfect. At home, at work, with Mike… and it really is just NOT possible to be perfect and that’s OK.
You always hear people say that they are in love with their best friend. And Mike is 100% my best friend. I tell him everything. I run to him when I’m excited or sad. I am completely comfortable with him. I can travel with him or be a couch potato with him.
And while all of that sounds great… I can also fight with him. He can get under my skin like no one else. I can push his buttons right back. We can get pretty heated. I’ve told him to leave before, he’s slept on the couch before, I’ve locked myself in the bathroom before… we’ve done it all. And things like that sometimes make me second guess what we have.
Because it isn’t perfect. Fighting isn’t perfect. Disagreeing isn’t perfect. Slamming doors and crying isn’t perfect. And I want to be perfect.
But… think about your best friend… have you ever had a best friend you didn’t fight with from time to time? I listen to the drama from my middle schoolers every day. “Well we going out tonight, but then he asked my ex-friend to go, too.” “My friend and I are fighting over this boy.” “He likes me more than he likes her.” I mean, it’s insane. Dramatic. Not as dramatic as Grey’s Anatomy… but, they’re certainly trying. It reminds me that we all have ups and downs. Those girls will probably rekindle their friendship and look back on this a bump in the road.
Best friends fight. And they make up. And they move on. So when I say that Mike is my best friend, I really do mean that. We are both human so we sometimes get mad each other, jealous or lonely. In the midst of all of that, nobody can make me feel better or turn my day around more than he can. There’s nobody I’d rather talk to at the end of the day. And there’s nobody who loves me like that.
Dating for nine years can bring a lot of pressure about marriage… in the past, we have both wanted to wait. I think we have been waiting for it to be “perfect”. What a waste! What could be better than be perfectly imperfect?
He may not be thrilled about this being posted (I didn’t ask), but seriously, what’s not to love?
We enjoyed the wedding celebration last night. It was so nice to see a happy couple get everything they deserved. We loved seeing old friends, and meeting some new ones too. And I loved being reminded that nothing is perfect, but we can get pretty damn close. I am lucky to be in love with my best friend.