realization one

As husband steps out the door to leave for work... I pull on his arm in an attempt to make him play hooky. I know it won't happen, but it's fun to try. He gives me a "see ya later" kiss, and begins to say "goodbye" in as many languages as he can think of... and two he makes up.
I hiss.
I didn't marry my best friend... but, the man I married became my best friend.