In many ways, I should be considered a broken person. In some way we all are. I’ve lived through two marriages and left three children without a father there for them every day. I love them dearly, but I can’t escape the thought that I have let them down. Fortunately, for them, and selfishly for me, they turned out to be wonderful people. I couldn’t be more proud. Even though I consider myself a significant work in progress, there is one person in this life that looks at me generously… perhaps four people on a good day. The one that I refer to here is the love of my life. She lifts me up in ways too numerous to count, in ways that make me so very grateful. It is my fondest desire to give to her as much love, comfort, and joy as she brings to me. Even though I haven’t had a textbook life, I consider myself to be very fortunate. Who can ask for more than to find someone that good, that kind, that loving… And to also have a trifecta of loving beautiful daughters.