“That love is all there is, is all we know of love.” ~ Emily Dickinson
I have a beautiful wooden box with those words inscribed on the top, given to me by a very good friend, one of my best friends. David says I have more best friends than anyone he has ever known. Yet, if I were to rank them top to bottom, I couldn’t do it, because each one brings something unique to our relationship, and I love them all dearly. I can say for sure that my number one best friend is my husband.
Forty years ago today, I woke to the sound of rain pounding on the tin roof of my home, thinking, “Well, there goes that old adage, that happy is the bride the sun shines on.” The wedding we planned just happened to coincide with the next to the last day of the county fair, a very big deal in our community, probably bigger than a wedding. And, of course, it always rained during fair week. Nevertheless, the plans commenced.
About an hour or two before the ceremony was to begin, the sun broke through the clouds and poured its blessing on our union. We were young and unemployed, David fresh out of Ohio University with a degree in chemical engineering, and I, a dropout from the same institution, embarking on a journey with no road map.
There have been many bumps on that road, and sometimes it has been twisty and turny, as we like to say down home in the hills where sometimes you feel like you meet yourself coming and going. We have had many joys, many trials, and a few seemingly insurmountable heartbreaks, but we keep on keeping on. I married a man who is steadfast and true, who had to endure my growing up within our marriage. I have never once doubted his fidelity or his commitment to me or to our family. He is the most honest man I have ever known and he loves unconditionally, and never holds a grudge. I love him with all my heart and soul. He is my best friend.