I am so very grateful for this man.

He loves me.  He appreciates all I do and all I am.  At the same time, he loves me when I have nothing left to give and I don’t know who I am anymore.

He loves our girls.  He knows each girl and loves them deeply.  He purposely takes time to spend with each girl individually.   My girls know they are loved by their daddy.

He loves people.  I love watching Andy when we are exploring cities.  He sees people that so many others overlook.  He stops, he asks questions, he makes friends.  I remember once we were in downtown Los Angeles and Andy heard the voice of a homeless man he had met last year.  He walked up to him, called him by name, and chatted with him for a while.  This man lives on skid row.  He is poor in his pockets and in his soul.  I stood there and watched Andy let this man know that he is seen and known.

He loves God.  He isn’t a man that will go around quoting the bible, but he loves the Lord with all his heart and loves His word.  He doesn’t just read what the Bible says, but lives it.  He cares for the poor. He loves his neighbors. He forgives those who hurt him.

Today he let me sleep in.  When I woke up, he had made me one of my favorite breakfasts.  And when I woke up from a three hour nap today, he didn’t act like I was a lazy good for nothing, he was glad for me.  I think he might have even missed me a little.

I thankful for the twenty some years we have spent together and fifty some we have left.

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