At age 6, I started praying for my future husband. I met him at 22, on a blind date and we didn't like each other! Over two years our paths kept crossing. Was even hit by a door, by David on his day off! It must have knocked some sense into me, because once I realized he was "the one" we were married 10 weeks later.

There are many! He once climbed over a fence to make a bouquet of wildflowers. After my accident, he gave me a camera & took a chair outside to sit in, & photograph something beautiful. He grew a garden that became larger & larger so I would have something new to photograph each day. He kept my mind on future projects, which he did most of the work. On days I felt "in a deep pit", he reminded me he would always "dig me out". 35 years, the love is stronger then ever. He carries my heart gently.

Give it to my saint of a husband for anything he wanted, because he always put the family first. It's his turn. Long overdue.