I told her the other night:
You know what it's like? When it's an autumn day, cold and dreary, where the skies have been cloudy all day. Windy, cold, leaden gray, rainy, and dank.Her response: "I'm going to cry."
But then, in the late afternoon, the clouds break and the sun shines, and it's warm on your face, and everything turns to gold. What was miserable is beautiful and warm again.
That is what happened to my life when you entered it.
Can't say I blame her.
I am reminded that no life is perfect, but every life has meaning. I am an extremely lucky man, because every day her love is a miracle which reminds me that God is there.