On Saturday, my mother and I took a ride to a farmer's market about an hour away. It's a trek my husband and I often made. We enjoyed traveling through the countryside, observing flowers and trees, and savoring each other's companionship. My heart swelled at the sweet memory. I'm grateful my Mom is nearby and has eased the pain of my husband's passing.
I remember: A husband who brought me flowers for no reason other than I loved them.
A husband whose face lit up when I entered the room.
A husband who loved the Lord with all his heart.
A husband who worked hard to provide for us.
A husband who encouraged me to stretch my wings and write.
I miss him, but I'm so thankful for the precious years we shared.
I will never forget.