I love my Bud. Totally, completely, without any reservation. I am lucky that way. And he tells me every day "I love you more" whenever I say "I love you". Sappy, sickly sweet; I don't care. I appreciate all he does, every smile, seeing those darn dimples that got me on our first date. I am so grateful we found each other, but sad we didn't meet earlier in our lives. But I'll take the next 40 years or so with him.
So ladies, please know there are good men out there. They may be hard to find--usually cause they're working long hours, helping others, and going home to an empty house. The trick is to bump into them somehow, somewhere. It's not easy. So even though Bud and I wish we could have met years before we did, we know we're blessed that we met at all, and appreciate what we have every day. It's not easy, and communication is always always an issue. But knowing neither one of us is going anywhere keeps us firmly together. A healthy relationship isn't all bliss and wonderful times spent attached at the hip. A healthy relationship involves passionate discussions, saying "I messed up and I'm sorry", and spending time doing things without the other.
But--in this picture, Bud and I did something together: a zip line in Las Vegas on Fremont Street. Needless to say, I was terrified, Bud was all casual and not even a tiny bit apprehensive. He's that kind of guy. We did the zip line twice. This picture is after the first time, when we got to the other side and I was flush with the fact that I survived the trip. I expect we'll be doing more of these things in the future, and I hope we have lots of pictures to remember each terrifying, thrilling moment.