I married my best friend. We’ve had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We’ve experienced more time apart than is healthy, including over a year thanks to Jim’s stint in command, moved nine times in seven years, faced losses of jobs, lack of money, lack of time and anything else life could throw at us. He’s been my best friend since we met over 17 years ago, and I consider myself lucky that I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
I love you, Jim!