It's hard to believe I've been married for more than half of my life! For the longest time, I didn't think I would be able to be in a relationship for a whole year, let alone three decades. You could throw all the gorgeous women at me, and I wouldn't change a thing. He and I fought over stupid shit like most couples do when they’re newlyweds, but as each year passed, we got along better and better as we really got to know and understand one another.

He has loved and accepted me unconditionally without ever expecting me to change anything. He has always supported me. Always. When I tell him something, he believes me, unless it's an obvious joke, of course.

When diagnosed by more than one doctor (and the obvious symptoms) with a rare sleep disorder, he never accused me of making excuses and then called what would have been an incorrect statement an “opinion.”

He never cared how I dressed, how I wore my hair, whether or not I wore makeup, or what size I was; only that I was happy and felt well. He never made me feel like I wasn't good enough or that I needed to be someone else.

When I shared my phobias with him, he never made fun of me.

He doesn't insist I can do things we know I can't, and he doesn't insist I can't do things we know I can.

When I get excited about something, he gets excited for me, even if it's something he has absolutely no interest in. If I don't feel like doing something at the moment, he doesn't call me lazy or make me feel guilty for it.