I am thankful for a husband who is my best friend. And not the kind of best friend who is joined at your hip, who always wants to know what you are up to, who wants to go everywhere with you and do everything you do. No, not a grade school best friend. Rather, the very best kind of best friend, who you can trust most of your secrets to, who you can argue and fight with and get so mad at you think you will never be friends again, and most of all who you can laugh with, or cry with, as the need might be. Such a best friend that neither one of you has to try to be something they are not, or fit into a role or mold or norm.