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You Are My Sunshine

♫  "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."  ♫

This is what Todd sang to me as he proposed to me 25+ years ago, and 24 years ago, on June 20, 1992, we vowed that only death would ever make us part.



The gray hairs on his head today, and the gray hairs (that are masked by the shade of the month) on my head, prove that we want to grow old together.

This man has loved me unconditionally, tells me I am beautiful at my worst, is the best spiritual leader of our home, loves God with everything he has, wears his knees out in prayer and makes me want to be a better person. He does what is right even when it is not easy, and I have learned so much from him. His character is unmatchable. I love him deeply, can you tell?

Happy 24th Anniversary to my hot Toddy!  I want to live life with you 104+ more years!

"Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered. it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails" (1 Corinthians 13:4-8).  
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This man right here... I sure do love him.





He loves all things health-related.  
He loves everything nature and outdoors and enjoys long walks every day (weather permitting).
He loves to watch TV - Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy, religious programs, and all things health-related. He loves to read, specifically and most importantly - the Bible.  He studies God's word faithfully.
He loves to read anything/all things health-related. 
Did I mention he loves all things health-related? 

He loves a good joke because he loves to laugh.   When he gets tickled, he almost can’t stop himself. He inevitably ends up with tears in his eyes because he laughs so hard!
Just like my granddad, his dad, he has a laugh like no other.  Their laughs are different and only similar in that they have a very distinctive laugh that compels others to join in!
















He loves music. 

He can play the guitar and the banjo, and he loves to listen to big band music.

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