29 years, but who's counting?

If there's one thing Mr. D always gets, it's gold stars for discipline and consistency.

Hardly ever forgets a birthday or an anniversary, and always draws his own cards. His artistic style hasn't changed much over the years, but that's one of the more endearing things about him. He goes crazy and mixes it up sometimes -- adds a butterfly or two, or deletes a bird. But in his pictures, the golden yellow sun is always shining, and the clouds always have silver linings.

And yes, 29 years. We have had a few ... moments ... shall we say, where things looked like they were all going to go horribly wrong. Luckily for me, Mr. D just ignores my whining and moaning, and everything irons itself out in the end. Another benefit in having a disciplined and consistent husband: he's in it for the long haul. The little day to day stuff just doesn't seem to faze him.

The other good quality he has? Apparently he's about 90% deaf! What more could a girl want? Works for both of us. I complain, he carries on in blissful tranquility.

Ahhh. The joys of marriage!