I married my best friend, my lover, the closest thing to soul mate I think I could ever have.
He's my inspiration and my companion. He's become the father to my daughter.
I wouldn't be the woman I am today if not for him--and I definitely wouldn't be the writer I am because after two failed marriages, I'd pretty much given up on "forever" and I'd certainly given up on happy endings.
The funny thing is that I'd known Ed for almost 12 years when we got married.
He was my daughter's godfather and we'd dated on and off over the years.
I guess it just took me a little while to realize that my happy ending, my forever was right there next to me. All I had to do was figure it out, be a little patient (he'd had his own hard knocks in the romance department over the years), and eventually it would all work itself out.
The other funny thing is that at least two people along the way tried to dissuade me, talk me out of dating (or not-dating--don't ask, he was being a silly boy) Ed. Fortunately for both of us, I'd already known him long enough to know all his "dark secrets" (they're not that dark) and chose not listen to people who didn't really know him, no matter how much "insight" the claimed to have. But even if I hadn't already heard the good, the bad, and the ugly, I knew then--and I still know--that loving someone means loving the good and the bad, the light and the dark, and I'm no princess, either. (Seriously, I am the world's *worst* housemate). If Ed was willing to take me for all that I am, I surely had to be willing to do the same for him.
Because that's what love is.
We used the first song during the ceremony and the second was what we shared our first dance to.
Three guesses who picked what ;-)
Ten years later, I still wake up every morning wildly, madly, deeply in love with the man that I married. My heart beats just a little faster when he comes into the room and when he kisses me, my knees turn to jelly.