When I was 4 years old, my daddy and momma were out driving and looking for a pea patch one early summer day.
Daddy stopped at a house where a man was working in the yard.
Daddy got out and as he was talking to this man, the man bent down and began to draw a map of sorts on the ground.
In just a moment, a small boy (Momma said he looked like he was about 6 years old) came running around the corner of the house
- all dressed as a cowboy.
Cowboy hat, jeans, shirt, and toy guns in a holster strapped to his waist.
That little boy jumped up on his daddy's back and hollered
- "Give me a ride, horsey!"
My Momma, sitting in the car with me, watched this little boy for a moment.
And then she said
- "That little boy would make a fine husband for my Margaret."
15 years later ... Momma was right!
That little boy, Ricky Lee McCoy, made a fine husband for me!!!!!
And for the next 35 years, right until he took his last breath
- he was a fine husband to me, and for me.
The definition of the word “fine” is different than what the word is usually used for:
Fine: of high quality; excellent; bright and clear; worthy of admiration; of delicate workmanship; pureness.
Oh, Rick – do you know how fine you always were to me?
Do you realize how fine you still are to me?
I love you sweetheart.
I will always love you!
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