Oh no, I won’t tell on myself… at least not until it’s all over.  Then you can hear all the good, bad and even the ugly.  I mostly don’t mind once I’m on the other side.

But right now, while I am in the midst of it, I kind of clam up.  The only person on earth I know who is able to open me up is my husband.  He uses words, and hugs, and unspoken kindnesses.

He knows how to get me to the place where I remember to breathe.

So here is a shout out for Rich Croce, the best husband God could have ever given me!




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