Last night, my husband said the most amazing thing to me, in one of my "getting fewer but still appears once in an annoying while" moments of major depression mucky-muck. He took my hand and declared, "Honey, for everything that is haunting, hunting, or hurting you, I am here. Let me be here for you for all those things." Talk about a miracle statement. This from the guy who was just depicted as dashing younger man in our so-called "May-December" romance, featured in this week's edition of the Des Moines "Juice" publication (www.dmjuice.com--search with keyword May-December). Actually, I'd like to call it more like "May-August or September." Anyway, even in my momentary funk, I was instantly reminded of how blessed I am as "wife of Brandon", and what we said in this "Juice" article is so true, that love is not about age, but finding the "right person at the right time for the right reason." Thanks to Brandon for once again being the "right" that rights a million wrongs.
the floor is yours--tell it like you see it...
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