It’s an appalling thing to say, I suppose. We’re supposed to feel like our husbands are our best friends. Everyone wants to gush that they’ve married their best friend; we’re trained to look for it, to feel it, to proclaim it at every chance we get! That’s why I would like to say, here and… Continue reading My husband is not my best friend.
Waking up before me to brew the coffee that I picked out yesterday. A packed lunch. Praying that I will be blessed today while I’m struggling to get out of bed. Encouragement. …and it’s only Monday morning. Feeling blessed to share my life with my best friend husband.