Its funny but I had to really think about this one. I love my husband to death. Truly, I cannot imagine being with anyone other than him. He is my strength when I am weak, my logic when I have lost perspective, my comic relief when I forget to laugh, and my CNN when I have spent the day up to my elbows in children. We cuddle together on the couch and I think about how he has gotten so much more handsome in the past 6 years.<br><br>
Unfortunately, life has a way of getting in the way of passion, for us. When we go away together, just the two of us, its always there waiting. But sex at home, with a toddler mere feet away, and a 12 yr old in the next room, is less than perfect. Not bad <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"> but not perfect. Bills and debts and financial worries have really impeded us as well. In a perfect world, we would still be carefree and passionate and make love when he comes home from work at noon and every morning before work, but as it is, we always manage to stay best friends even when there isnt much room left for the passion, and its always there when we finally can get back to it.