My wonderful husband and I have been married for almost 4 years now. I have known Dan since I was 13 years old, and he truly is my best friend as well as the love of my life. We finish eachother's sentences, can read eachother's thoughts, and basically complement eachother perfectly. He stinks at anything spelling or grammar related, and I am awful at math unless I have a calculator in hand. While I am a worry-wort and panic at the slightest possibility of a stressful situation, he can laugh it off and bring me back to reality. I've taught him how to grow up and behave like an adult, (which was a feat in itself)  and he has taught me that sometimes it really IS okay to act ridiculous and embrace the inner child we all have. We can laugh at eachother. We can laugh at ourselves, when need be. He's not afraid to tell me when I am being a neurotic pain in the butt, and I am not afraid to tell him when he needs to put on his "Big Boy Pants" and think like a grown-up. In a nutshell, we balance eachother out perfectly. I'm the cheese to his macaroni, and we're like two peas in a pod. There's something about us that just works. No one needs to understand it. We don't really care what anyone thinks. We just know that we have that "Holy Grail" of a relationship that people search for their whole lives and few are lucky enough to find. He is also the best husband and father I've ever known. He gladly changes even the most toxic of diapers, makes bottles, and acts as a human jungle gym for our toddler. He snuggles our son when he can't sleep. He helps my oldest child with his homework. This man is a miracle, and is willing to go out of his way for our family every single day. Is he perfect? Not at all. But he's perfect for me, and what we've got here is pretty darn special.