Friendship is one of the most intimate relationships in which the human spirit requires to thrive. Whether the friendship is healthy or toxic, it is a connection that we as humans desire at some point in our lives. I can only speak for myself when I say that I treasure the few close friendships I’ve developed over the years. I can’t imagine not being able to pick up the phone to share the latest events going on in my life or just shooting the breeze with my girls. Nor can I imagine one of my girls not calling me to mull over a concern.
Although I have a strong connection with my sister-friends, it cannot compare to the friendship I have with my husband – the love of my life. For over twenty-three years he has been my biggest supporter, my rock, my best friend and my lover. Now don’t get me wrong. Our relationship did not start out as such. Getting married young and throwing babies into the mix made things at times a little challenging. However, my man and I hung in there and made it work. As the children got older, becoming more independent, it allowed us some very much needed “us time.” During our quiet time together we’d take long walks holding hands chattering about every and anything, cuddle on the sofa watching our favorite weekly shows or a DVD, shopping, or taking a last minute weekend getaway.
Honestly, it never really hit me that we were the best of friends until one day several years ago we were in our bedroom sitting on the bed talking. I can’t remember the details of the conversation. All I recall is that he said something that had us rolling on the bed hysterical with laughter. I can distinctly remember feeling at that moment our interaction felt more like a friendship and not a husband-wife moment. I’m happy to admit that those moments are shared quite frequently in our marriage. So yes, my lover is my best friend.
