Before I continue with more “pictures of rocks”, I need to share a little something about Gary.
He turns 60 today.
Many of you know Gary – you know what a hard worker he is, what a good job he did taking care of his family, and I’m sure you know how much he has loved these last five plus years that we have been on the road. But maybe you don’t know this about Gary.
He has become an expert at waiting.
At Death Valley while I find just the right spot for that perfect picture.
In Sedona as I climbed up to the cathedral view. (Don’t know why the hood is up!)
At one of the small lakes in Prescott, AZ – as I checked out the shoreline.
All bundled up waiting for the bus that wasn’t going to get us to the Grand Canyon rim for the sunrise.
Or passing the time while I wait for the sun to set.
Maybe he’s waiting for me to finish exploring some Hopi ruin.
It’s true that sometimes he walks on ahead, knowing that I’ll catch up once I figure out how to get that pretty flower into the picture.
I don’t have any pictures of him waiting for me at various quilt shops around this big country, but he’s done it time and time again.
And always with a smile.
I think it has something to do with those verses in 1 Corinthians –
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Happy birthday, dear husband of mine. Thanks of waiting for me, and watching out for me, and putting up with my horrible sense of direction (along with just a couple of other idiosyncrasies) and for loving me even when I’m less than lovable.
And today, on his birthday, he even did the laundry.
He’s quite the guy, isn’t he?