Forty-five years ago, a manly looking fisherman with sunburned nose, blond streaked hair, kind eyes that twinkled said hello to this rather shy woman sitting in the grass writing poetry….

Over the next few months, he chose a life of faith and I found out how how his face could hold such soft delight as he held his best friend’s little newborn son….that’s when I fell in love.

He had kind eyes-kindness is such a gift…I met his mentor (an older weathered fisherman) who was also there when he was baptized…

I didn’t know men could strong and kind until I met him.  I prayed…I waited to see if our paths would converge…

Six months later,  we got married.   Now after 45 years, 3 kids and 4 grandkids…(and two young women who adopted us as grandparents) I am grateful beyond measure.

We are going through our second journey of me having aggressive cancer.  This is hard, but we are going through it together. He doesn’t quit even when the storm is intense.  He is amazing .  

He is everything I hoped he would be and so much more than he can even understand (sometimes he is too humble) All I ever wanted in my life is exactly what I have-it’s not about stuff!!!! It’s about loving God,  Rich, 🐶, and the rest of my people.

This woman is grateful. 

(When I was in hospital for Thanksgiving and emergency surgery last week, one pf the young nurses said, “I love the way he looks at you,” after my husband left.  I told her we’d been married 45 years and she asked how that was possible.  The only answer I had, was to look for someone kind )