This is my husband - the one who stuck by me during a very long nervous breakdown (they don't call it that anymore, I know, but it sounds so much more fun than major depressive disorder).
My husband who writes me haiku about groceries. Who knows everything about Quickbooks and won't stop what he's doing until it is DONE....I mean it!
Michael, who, when I rolled a Ford Explorer in the middle of the Denali - came to Alaska to get me home. Who takes me flying down Angeles Crest Highway at amazing speeds so I feel free of my body and my myriad issues.
If you've met Michael and he seemed intimidating, it's ok, everybody thinks that, but he's not, he's a teddy bear with a squishy center who has a lot on his mind and doesn't have a lot to say about a lot of things but get him started on motorcycles and, seriously, watch out, you'll need to set aside some time.
Michael lost the love of his life, Jeff, 7 years ago this week.
I love you.