This week, the therapist asked Bob how long we have been married. Bob, who couldn't find the words, held up his hand. Five fingers. Then he closed his hand, opened it, closed it, opened it, closed it and opened it again. That's four times five fingers = 20.
And you know, he was right. It will be 20 years this September. (Hard to believe, but true!)
Then the therapist asked Bob, "What's your secret?"
Bob said, "Secret?"
ST: Yes, the secret, Bob, what's the secret of a long, happy marriage?
Bob: I know!
ST: Well, tell me! I want to know, too. Lots of people would like to know.
Bob (turns to me, touches me on the cheek, looks me in the eye) says: "I...love...YOU!" Then, he turns to the therapist and says, "See?!"
The speech therapist got tears in her eyes and said, "Bob, you're making me cry!"
I tell you, I suddenly had tears in my eyes, too.
And I know, despite everything else, how very blessed we are...