She sat across from us and asked us questions. About each other. I didn't want to answer because, well, it made me feel awkward and I'm a private person. What's your favorite thing about JD? Everyone at the dinner table stared at me. My palms got clammy and I cleared my throat (a nervous habit I absolutely hate).

He's long-suffering. Again and again, he deals with me and patiently perseveres. Because clearly, you know, anyone married to me must be long-suffering!

The table laughed in acknowledgment (no, nobody put a hand over mine and disagreed about this sentiment…thanks, friends!) and she asked JD what he liked most about me. I wanted to melt right on my chair. Heck, I wanted the chair to swallow me whole. He put his head down and smiled.

She's resilient. No matter what happens, she forgets the past and bounces back.

I never knew. I never knew this was his favorite thing about me. I was happy the chair didn't swallow me whole like I had wished because I saw a different side to my best friend. A new side I was thankful for, a side I love waking up to each morning.

This is a recent picture of us at Buca Di Beppo…yes, I was acting all tourist and bought the picture the waitress took with a small digital camera. It drove JD crazy (especially now since the picture sits in my car), but he can't complain because I remind him he's LONG-SUFFERING!!!

Happy Friday, y'all!