When I was moaning to my husband about running out of things to blog about, he said, "Have you thought about the obvious?"
Instantly I knew he meant himself. (We haven't lived together for 40 years without learning a little something about each other.)
I played along. "What should I say?"
"That I'm wonderful, of course," he said without missing a beat.
The truth is, Larry and I have had our share of spats, quarrels, and some downright brawls over the years. Still, we manage to stay together. Partly because we love each other. Partly because of vows we made in the temple. And partly because we know no one else would have either of us.
Another truth is that he is pretty wonderful.
When our kitty Harley needed an expensive operation, Larry didn't hesitate. When my sister's husband died, Larry was there, helping her through the grief and urging me to stay with her as long as she needed me. When my niece was going through a divorce, Larry was there again, acting as he thought her own father would.
So, for today, I am grateful for my husband.