Friday, December 7, 2012

The Love Letter Campaign ~ To My Best Friend

To My Best Friend,

I remember 6 years ago chatting online with this guy. He was funny and charming…and a hopeless flirt. But I could hear a note in his voice when we talked that I couldn't identify. The first time I met that guy, he was all smiles and oh so respectful. And every time he looked at me he had a twinkle in his eye.

After a while, he and I went our separate ways…physically…but we stayed in touch. We talked about everything from the differences in organic foods to what routes to take when driving through the Rockies. I eventually learned what that note in his voice was…it was the sound that I’d heard my entire life and never learned to identify…the sound of a soldier that had seen too much. This man, this soldier, became my best friend…the one person on this earth that I could say anything too without fear of judgement…the one person on this earth that I knew I could count on if I ever really needed anything.

I eventually had a beautiful son with my best friend. Granted, it wasn't necessarily planned…but my friend taught me that sometimes the best things in life aren't planned. Over the years I learned a lot from my friend. I saw what war could do from a grown-up’s eyes, when I had only ever seen it from a child’s. I learned a lot more patience…both with myself and those around me. I learned, from my friend, that just like love can come in many forms, it can be expressed in many forms. And I learned to listen to that little voice on my shoulder that I had ignored for so long…the voice that told me that my friend wasn't just my friend anymore.

On June 16, 2012, God truly blessed me. On that day I got to marry my best friend. I stood before God Himself and man and promised that I would always love my friend…now my husband. I promised that no matter what got put in our path, I would stand next to him. I promised to carry him when he fell, and to let him carry me when I did.

It’s not been an easy road with this man I met and became friends with, then married. There have been fights…some much worse than others. There have been hard times when there wasn't enough of this or enough of that. There have been times when we disagreed. There have been just as many tearful and stressful nights as there have been joyous and loving nights. But, when things are tough…when my best friend talks in his sleep, or has a little too much to drink, or lashes out over something that could be easily resolved, or even when he says nothing at all…I remember the words I repeated the day we married: “And for this reason a man shall leave his father and mother’s house and the two shall become one flesh.”…ONE FLESH. What hurts him…hurts me. What joys him…joys me. I know that no matter where Uncle Sam or even God Himself takes us in this life I will always have, at my side, my best friend…my rock…my provider…my light…my strength…my husband…YOU.

I Love You Husband...Me

This blog post is part of The Love Letter Campaign... a project started by to encourage those who love a hero to write a letter sharing their story (where they started, what they've faced together, and why their love endures). It's not just for spouses, but also for parents, siblings, caregivers, and friends. It's about telling the "rest" of our stories... stories that continue despite PTSD, TBI, and the challenges of life after combat. To share your love letter or find out more about the campaign, visit

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