Deep Thoughts...

Steve and I were up until 3am last talking night. I suppose it was more me talking...and not talking...and talking...and a lot of Steve listening. I often wonder what I did to deserve a husband as wonderful as Steve. The poor man patiently listens...at all hours of the night...to the trials that trouble my heart. It is his deep love for me that necessitates my utmost honesty. Memory Lane was the subject...and my apparent need to wander down it. An old quote I've always enjoyed: "Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present." I must remind myself of this, and cherish every moment with my love.