It was 1972. I was 19, going to school in a big city. I met my husband through his brother. At first I didn’t like him, but he kind of grew on me. Three weeks after we met, we were married. 34 years later we are still together. Some of those years have been hard. We discovered I have a form of Muscular Dystrophy. Through 13 corrective surgeries, he has stayed by my side, took care of me, and loved me even when I yelled at him. He is so special, that I can’t ever think of my life without him. I guess I need to add that he is 12 years older than I. I would love to be able to take him to a B&B, to show him how much I still do love him.