One of the many things I admire about my husband is his ability to live in the present.

Since his life was cut short at 53, I’m sure he’s glad he didn’t waste time in the past, or the future.

Even as I write this, the profoundness hits me right between the eyes as it should.

I used to tease he was Mr. present, and I was Mrs. future.

At the time, I wanted him to be more like me, but now I realize I want to be more like him.

Thank you for all that you taught me, darling. I love you to the moon and back.