Marty

A few weeks ago was the 19th anniversary of my first date with my husband- May 28, 1989. So that means we have officially past the point where I have known him longer than my whole life before we met. He has really worked hard to become the person, the father, the husband, and the son that he wants to be. He works constantly both at his job and at home and just does what needs to be done. He was gone all week last week, and I missed him. While he was gone, I walked around my house and yard and looked at how every surface has his touch on it. He has painted it, mowed it, repaired it, tilled it, cleaned it, and maybe once in a while left a fingerprint or two. Of course he has a few flaws, but they are overwhelmingly outweighed by his generous heart, loyalty, and supportiveness. He is my best friend and the first person I want to see in the morning and the last person I want to see at night. We have been together basically all the time for 19 years now, and I wouldn't have it any other way.