Thirty-Eight Years and Counting

I am tempted to say, "I really wanted a much better picture than this," but in many ways this is one of the most familiar and endearing sides of my husband, so the photo stands. Thirty-eight years ago today I married Jim, and I have not regretted it for a single instant. He is always kind; he is always generous. He always treats me as if I am the most important thing in his world. He faces the day-to-day challenges of this household calmly (mostly) and I think he always believes that happy times are just around the corner. I hope we have another thirty-eight years ahead of us. Whatever we have, I know it will be wonderful. His children love him, his grandchildren love him, and I will always love him.