Did you really just say that?

I take the whole "til death parts us" part of the wedding vows pretty seriously. So much so that it was one of the few traditional parts of the wedding ceremony that Steve and I kept in our somewhat less than traditional wedding. So, it's quite a heartbreak when a marriage breaks up. And I know it happens, and in some cases it's probably for the best, but it's still sad.

Even more so when it turns into a screaming in the middle of the street, name calling fiasco IN FRONT OF THEIR TODDLER to such a horrible degree that I damned near called the police. On her. He was trying to stay civil, and keep the kids safe from any further trauma. She was calling, screaming, the most vial things at him. As it turns out, she's the one that had the affair.

This weekend, they've been moving out of the house, each with their own separate trucks and helpers. I'm amazed that there hasn't been another incident, but maybe it's because they're staying in the house as much as possible. The thing is, our other really helpful neighbors don't seem to be helping. I think everyone within a five block radius heard that fight and know that tensions are high. Best just to step away.

So, it's pretty obvious that my one thing today is my husband. There are times I'd like that whole "til death parts us" to find him buried in the backyard, and I'm pretty sure he's felt the same about me at times. But in the 7 years we've been together, we've never had what I would consider a fight. We've disagreed, sometimes quite strongly, but we've always found a way to compromise and/or find a middle ground. And we've been through some of the most stressful situations you can possibly face as a couple.

It's amazing to find someone who accepts me with all my crazy, and even love me not in spite of it, but because of it. It's great to be able to sit on a grass hill, cramping up from the uncomfortable position, stomachs beginning to churn from the rich meal we just ate, for the simple pleasure of watching a million bats come out from under a bridge at dusk. It's special to play together in the pool, splashing and dunking each other with complete trust that you're always perfectly safe.

But the best part? The absolute best part is when he says something completely private in a public place loud enough for the woman shopping next to us to hear and then he blushes while we both giggle. The best part is that despite the years, the pounds, and the fact that he has seen me at my absolute worst, he still finds me attractive. And vice versa.