Love

As I sit at this desk in the family room and write, I look over at my husband. Sleepy on the couch after a
long day. Sometimes I watch him and can't believe we have been married so long. My heart still gets
giddy when he is near. In a few days we will celebrate 26 years of marriage. How could it feel like yesterday
that I just married him. Even with everything we have been through. My love for him has only deepened.



No one makes me laugh like him. Or makes me feel safer. When we drive home from somewhere with
two cars, him following right behind me. He is always there, waiting for me-making sure I am safe. I love that.


Seeing the boyish twinkle in his eyes when we are nearing the sound of a train. The chase begins.
Only through maturity as I grew , could I possibly understand the romance and delight in his heart, as that mighty engine
roars and sings and draws him in to the dance.


Patience that I did not possess in the earlier years. Seeing my love with his friends and the joy in their eyes.
The spark in their hearts. Brought together by a large piece of steel, that magical locomotive. Men from all walks of life. Brought together to feel alive, passionate, carefree. All for reasons of their own.
This man I love so much, this kind, patient, funny , loving, family man. Incredible father to our two children.

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These kids are so amazing, mostly from their father. Not having any example of a family
to build on from his own, he has dug in so deep to become all he is today.

A goodhearted, caring, thoughtful, patient man. His family has and will always come first. His example to overcome the odds
of poverty and fear that split his family apart. Alcoholism that ultimately destroyed it. Leading a father to abandon his children. A mother to disappear into her own world of pain and despair. Who was to care for the children?

I love this man. More than that, I respect his choices. It has been a long, difficult road. I have watched his struggles. I have witnessed his triumphs. He is my hero. He is my partner. He is my love.

i have had the privilege of traveling this road with him. All the bumps, from the get- go. That's what makes it so special. We started out together without anything. Which in turn makes us appreciate EVERYTHING.


I LOVE him. I would do it again. In a hear beat- even AND especially with everything I know.