Eleven years ago, almost to the day, I met an extraordinary man. Without going into all the details, he rescued me from a deadend road. His life just wasn't the same without me either. We now understand that we were a gift to each other, from our most generous Father.

My husband is so special to me, that I have a hard time putting it into words. He is my best friend. We talk about everything. He is very knowledgeable about all of sorts things. We share very thought provoking conversation. We don’t usually need anything to entertain us, other than a good topic to discuss. We have solved all the world's problems many times...

He takes time to TRY to understand me. He makes mental notes on the things I like and the things that cause me distress. He studies how to make my life pleasant. He does little things to make me happy. Sometimes, I don’t even notice because he does not seek recognition, only selfless love.

We are far from being poor. My list of "like-to-haves" is long - you know - remodeling the house, landscaping etc. His purse runs out long before I am pleased, but if he had it... I know he’d give it to me, without question.

He works hard. He once said he would work three jobs if he had to so that I could be a full-time mother - and he did for a couple of years. He reads and studies to stay ahead in his field, in order to insure that the girls and I have what we need.

He is a good father, to the child we have together and the one he chose to love when he chose me. His heart is toward the best for the girls. He often takes time to explain something about writing, life or the night sky to them. He also takes them on walks, plays ball when he is tired and plays in the pool with them. He is a very exciting story reader. He can turn an average book into a real adventure. His character voices are hilarious!

He gets me water or coffee almost every night. He helps me with household chores. He looks after my car and makes sure I always have a cellular phone and his beeper number to contact him if I do have car trouble. He washes my feet when the summer heat makes them burn. He nurses me when I don’t feel well. He has even come home from work, when I have needed him. He calls me pet names that only he and I know what mean.

Too often I take all of these things for granted. I forget to tell him and show him how much I appreciate his unconditional love and all the ways he shows it to me. All my life, I always knew about God, but I never understood the love of Jesus until I had Byron.