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A Letter To My Husband

Hello Sweetheart,

Well today is our anniversary.  I think it has been 44th years if I counted correct. It is an ordinary day here on the farm. The sun is shining and the chores are done. You came in for a little snack and a cup of coffee, and told me that John Deere called yesterday and said that the problem with the old tractor is that one of the brakes is shot, so you guess you will have them go ahead and fix it. Then you sat a spell on the couch and talked while I fit a piece or two of the puzzle in place. Now you are off to town for a new starter for the old brown pickup and I soon will be on my way to the hospital. I work in surgery this afternoon. Yes it is one of those ordinary days, but too, it is our anniversary.

For some reason I feel different this year. I love you more this year than ever before. It seems like it is a love that goes beyond natural love. You have become my rock, my protector, the one who prays for me in the quiet of the night. So many times I have came to you and asked, "Will everything be ok?"   You have reached for me and just held me there.

But today I feel something else. Something I need to ask you. Today as we celebrate our anniversary, could we forget ourselves and as we stand hand in hand together, could we reach out to someone who stands alone?  Could we throw our arms around someone whos heart is breaking? Could we remember all the other beautiful couples who share our day with us? Could we do what we can to lift the hearts of someone and make their day full of sunshine?

I know your answer already. I know it because I know your heart. Thank you darling for being you. Thank you for sharing with others. That's what makes you special. 


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