A little rough around the edges but sweet inside. The man that I married. Forty three years ago. Wow!

My companion. My comrade in arms.

Remembering the adventures of raising four kids and a few we picked up on the way. All good people.

He does dishes and goes to the laundromat.He is cooking tonight.

He mows. Here and at Church.

He puts up with me. He worries about his family. He expects nothing.

I saw him through the Church window while I was at a meeting. He was riding the lawnmower and I wanted to capture the image.

” For what am I to do for I can’t live with him and I can’t live without him.”

Happy Anniversary! Here’s to many more! Love ya!