My greatest privilege is being married to a gentle loving husband. I am very grateful God made our path cross.

Smile at each other. Smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other. it doesn't matter who it is- and that will help to grow up in greater love for each other.

I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything.

A woman in love is always beautiful in the eyes of her husband.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

I am so blessed that I have a man like my husband in my life. A man that protects me and will take care of me. My husband whom I will grow old with.

You're the best thing that ever happened in my whole life. I'm grateful that God sent you to be my best friend, my boyfriend, my lover, my husband, my everything. I love so much.