I realized today that if I want to keep him around for another
thirty years that I am the one who has to make the changes.
I am the one who has to make the right food.
He is a grown man but somehow he just doesn't get it.
He loves Chinese food.
And bird wings.
Gosh, we never know how many days we have on this earth.
We never know what tomorrow holds.
And wouldn't I feel sad if tomorrow never came
and there was something I could have done about it?
Nothing bad has happened.
Nothing new has been diagnosed.
We have had no "warning signs".
But when your husband is gone as much as mine is
and when you love him as much as I do,
it makes you want to cherish every day
that you do have.
And it makes you want to keep him with you
as long as you possibly can.