What makes a great partner?

“We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

Dr. Seuss

I am no spring chicken, and as I come up to my wedding date I am faced with many questions about why have I decided to dedicate the rest of my life to this person. This person is FAR from perfect. He has been the cause of so many arguments and more tears than I could ever count. We have been on the verge of collapse a multitude of times. Yet, he is the person that I long to see each morning when I wake, and he is the person that I want to cuddle with every night as I fall asleep. But why?

To find that answer, I think the quote by Dr. Suess explains a lot. You see, I am not perfect either. I am but a human. Human's make mistakes. I have almost 40 years worth of baggage that I carry with me. I am not looking for the perfect partner, I am looking for the perfect partner for me. I make mistakes, I can be over emotional, and I will Google the hell out of something until I am satisfied that I have found the truth. I love hard, I am obsessive, and since I am a little bit ADD, sometimes I need someone to reel me back in. I need a partner who is strong enough. I need a partner who has no problem standing up to me at the right times, who can admit he was wrong the other times, and who can hold me and remind me that I am loved and worthy of that love.

I have worked very hard at this relationship. I have worked harder at it than any other in my entire life. You see, this man reminds me a lot of Shrek. LOL He is like an onion, with so many layers to peel back. Peeling back those layers will definitely make you cry, but you have to keep going. I know more about this man than any other living human being on the planet does, save for maybe his father. And to my amazement, with each layer, with each new found tear, I keep falling deeper in love with him. Maybe it is my desire to want to help and fix people, or maybe it is a tapestry of life that we are weaving, and with each layer the threads are drawn tighter.

I know that marriages are a lot of work, and I know that we are both humans, and I expect both of us to make mistakes along the way. But I also know, that he will never find someone who loves all of him (his beauty, his secrets, his ugliness) the way that I do, and I doubt that anyone else will ever make me feel the sense of home that I find in him. There has always been an odd sense that we are supposed to be together, and I think that's why I want to slap him even harder when he does something stupid.

None the less, he is the weirdo that I have chosen, and I am the weirdo that he has chosen, and together our weirdness will continue to grow.