The creek is all but dried up right now, due to our little dry spell. But we've caught bluegill, minnows, darters, snapping turtles, a softshell turtle, watersnakes, crawdads, leeches, and even a little bullhead catfish in that creek. It's full of critters, so we call it Critter Creek.
I will drink to that. THere is nothing better then being married to your best friend. Been 31 years last February and it does get sweeter every year. Best compliment I every had was when both my sons (at different times) have stated they want what their Dad & I have. Yep...pretty sweet.
24 years here......best friend also.....gotta start writing down some of the "one-liners" we exchange.....We laugh a lot.......Her wit has grown noticeably sharper.......self defense I suppose.......Hope when we go we go together......don't really think either could last long without the other now that our roots have so grown together......It's true, that part about two becoming one......
Great to hear such testimonials. I am very blessed and thankful for my family. I have been on other sites where, when the subject of wives comes up, a flood of disrespectful advice follows, and it always saddens me to see it.
I know that other people have had unfortunate experiences. Nevertheless, the relentless flood of cynical and angry advice saddens me.
I thought I had the market cornered on marrying your best friend? My wife and I started out as high school sweethearts and haven't looked back. I've been with her since 1983, and married now for 15 years! We have a 12 year-old, baseball sluggin', puck stoppin', polite, nice little boy that we just love to death. Oh yeah, he's smart too! Gotta admit that he got that from my wife. We often sit and think about what life will be like when he's gone off and out of the house. I guess it'll just get back to what brought and kept us together all along...being friends!
Very nice to hear the positive remarks once in awhile about the 'Ol Ball and Chain! 8~)
come December 5th we'd be maried 30 years with no regret, from my side at lest, worst times was when I broke some ribs trough acting daft and Rachel pulled me out of bed to do archery demonstration I'd promised the school kids.