I love, love, love my husband and every now and then that love just spills out onto my blog. So if you think love stinks worse than a freshly made cow pie, you probably will want to skip this page.
Thirty-one years ago today, in a small candle lit church, I married my best friend. Since that day life has handed us many joys that have caused us to rejoice, many sorrows that have caused the deepest grief, and many storms that seem to have had our total annihilation as their only mission. As we clasped hands for the first time as husband and wife and walked happily into our future, we could not have known all that lay ahead, but one thing has remained constant through all the highs, the lows, the joys, the pain, the uncertainties and the triumphs—we have never let go of each other’s hands. Considering all that has transpired these past 31 years I truly believe that the Lord has given me the greatest blessing that one can have in this life-true love.