Relationships are funny. Like most everything else in this world, relationships change over time, ebbing and flowing like the tide, adapting and evolving in order to survive.

This little planet that we are all clinging to has been carved into its current shape by the winds and rains and tidal waves and earthquakes that have battered it through the years. And yet, for all it has endured, it is still thriving. Relationships are like that too. They can withstand monumental pressures and stresses and unforeseen obstacles, and while they may be changed in the course of the deluge, they can emerge stronger in the end.

These days, it’s getting harder and harder for me to remember what my life was like before my husband Steven was in it. We may have only celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary this past July, but we have known each other now and been friends for over 13 years. I can honestly say that I married my best friend, and there is no one else on earth I could ever imagine spending my life with. Call me sappy if you want, but there is no other guy that I could ever put up with (or perhaps more appropriately, there is no other guy would could put up with me).

Don’t get me wrong. We’re not the perfect couple by any means. We have our share of issues and fights and disagreements. We have been overwhelmed with the stresses of moving and bills, mortgages and car repairs, dead end jobs and leaky basements, dog ownership and deaths in the family, and the joys (and frustrations) of parenting. And there are certainly days (like today) when we absolutely get on each other’s last nerve.

Yet, in spite of it all and no matter how vehemently we may disagree, I wake every morning and feel exquisitely blessed, because I know that few people are lucky enough to find that person that they can fall in stride with so effortlessly. We may still have a long road ahead of us, but there is no one else I’d rather travel with. So, fire up the Ipod Stevie, ’cause we’ve got miles to go before we sleep.

Tonight’s 365 Project entry is dedicated to the one and only Steven Romano. All I have left to say, my dear, is I love you more than Estes Kefauver. 😉

About the Author Lori Romano

I am a writer, photographer, wife, mother, dog owner, half-assed housekeeper and a self-proclaimed coffee and chocolate addict. One day, I will write a book.

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