My best friend

I met my husband Pete in 2005 through mutual friends, and I was immediately smitten. It wasn't long until we were spending most of our free time together, I fell in love.  He is fun, charming, handsome, and hilarious.  No one can make me laugh quite like he can.  The one thing during our dating relationship that I struggled with is now one of the things that I love most about him.  Pete is spontaneous where it matters, but will not make a resolute decision on big decisions until he is 100% certain its right.  So it was with getting married.  I was ready way before Pete was, and looking back I'm so glad we waited until he was certain.  I know that because of that our marriage is stronger, and I never have to doubt that Pete was ready.  Likewise with this decision to adopt.  While we came to this decision at the same pace, It was Pete that really solidified what was in my heart.  I, being more emotional than Pete, was going back on forth on domestic and international adoption, what agencies, etc.  One night while looking at lists of waiting children, Pete said "I think its Africa, let's do Africa."  That was all I needed.  If he was certain, then I could rest peacefully knowing it was the right choice.  We slowly began looking at different countries and eventually settled on Ethiopia. 
Once in a while I have a bad day and I wonder how we are going to do this, and how we are going to make it through, it seems in those moments Pete always come through for me.  Hugging me, telling me he has no doubts and no regrets.  He is my rock. He is my best friend.