Just two people on opposites sides of a screen (aka logis, aka death box). I, a brand new baby medic with shiney boots, and he, a seasoned dispatcher who seemed to hold all the cards on what my nights would bestow. Opposite sides of a team, or opposite sides of a coin, we clicked. And Rob became one of my very best friends. His humor rivaled mine and his kindness, understanding, and compassion for every person in his life, was startling to me. We could talk for hours, we could talk for seconds, we could go weeks without talking at all and I always knew he was a friend I could count on. He was real. He understood me. He understood this insane life we both chose to embark and he made me feel like I would never be alone again. Life beget challenges for both of us that neither could have seen coming. He stayed, and he was there for me at a time I didn't know what to ask for, let alone how. And I for him. Another year of friendship passed with long night talks, jokes passed back and forth, hardships shared and achievements celebrated. Phone calls became "wanna come over for dinner?" and opposite sides of the couch, all night conversations -- until I fell asleep midsentence as I tend to do. The morning I woke up to our dishes cleared, covered in my favorite blanket, my doors locked and a text that he would call me later -- I realized I had developed feelings much stronger than our tightly bonded friendship. I wasn't ready to admit these feelings to myself, let alone him or anyone else -- God does this man have abounding patience. He supported me through a career change, accompanied me on teenage volleyball tournament excursions, and became a close knit part of mine and my kids' daily lives. And I knew - I never wanted to spend a day without this man for the rest of my life. The luckiest day of my life started when he told me he felt the same way. There will never be enough days for you and me in this life .. and I promise to find you again in the next. Yes to my best friend. I am, I will, I DO.. Forever.