Love Dare, Day 17 Update

I consider myself very lucky in many regards.  I knew my husband for 10 years before we finally got married.  Maybe one day I'll share that long story with you.  Eh, maybe not.  In those 10 years we were friends first.  By the time we did get married, there were no secrets.  No surprises. 

I remember shortly after we got married we were laying in bed and I was crying.  Crying because I missed my home.  My parents.  It was an odd adjustment to go from living with my parents in what I still consider home, to all of a sudden living with this man in a place that was supposed to be my home also. 

Even through that rough adjustment, I knew I was where I belonged.  There were no surprises with this man.  Everything just seemed right.  All of a sudden, all was right in the world.  I was with the one I was supposed to be with.

In the 6 years we have been married we have shared many secrets.  Some we can look back and laugh on, some still hurt.  But I know, no matter what my secret, while he may not handle it the best way right off the bat, it is always safe.  My secrets will go to the grave with the man who has my heart.  And his with me.