Nine

Nine years ago, I married the love of my life. I won't say that Jim is a perfect man because who could live up to that hype, but he's perfect for me. We've had our challenges over the years, but we always faced them as partners. I've never felt that one of my challenges was him. Our biggest fights have been over whose turn it was to clean the bathroom or do the dishes or the impulse purchase of the Bose $500 clock radio (it was sent back).

After nine years, he still brings me breakfast in bed at least once a month, usually two or three times. He supported me in my dream to become a parent and found his joy, too. Our first seven years were wonderful; our last two have been a dream come true.

A dream I wouldn't want to share with anyone else.