Years ago when Rick and I first got married, late one night while standing on the front porch in the darkness with only the dim light shining through the curtained window, his arms around me, my back against his chest – Rick asked me a question.“What do you want to do, to be, in this life? Because whatever you choose, I will support you without question, hesitation or argument.” Slowly I turned towards him, looked into his eyes, laid my hands softly on either cheek and said,“I want to be your wife, the mother of your children, and the keeper of your home.” With a soft tear rolling down his right cheek, he smiled, and huskily said,“Then, I tell you what – I will make the living, you make the living worthwhile.” We stood like that for what seemed forever.Seems I can still feel his arms around me, smell him, hear his heart beating against my ear. For all those years of our marriage, that is exactly what we both strived to be and to do.