I look back on my younger years, and it amazes me that the kind of guys I thought were perfect for me were so not. I don't think they could have handled my mood swings or logic, and I don't think I could have handled their confidence or lack there of.
God had a perfect plan, and 13 years ago He put that plan into action when D and I met. Thirteen months later, we married. Today we celebrated our twelfth anniversary.
For the first ten years, we made a dedicated effort to set aside a weekend to focus on each other and our marriage. However, for the past couple of years, we unfortunately have not had the time because of the demands of children's activities and work. But as a friend reminded me not too long ago, this is just a season, and I know that we will be able to find a way to have those weekends again.
For now, I will continue to try to let D know how much I love him and value him -- even when we are too busy to exchange more than a few words. He is my best friend, and I can't imagine being married to anyone else.