Daddy had saved this letter from Mom - written six years ago. We were so lucky to have them as an example of what love really is. She wrote:
"Happy Birthday, Love,
Rachel Minteer asked one time what mature love was. My answer, as usual, was duh!
This year you have shown me in so many ways the meaning of love.
It is not material gifts - okay, you have gifted me with a dish drainer, lawn mower and weed eater.
Love is sitting thru numerous test & doctor's appointments & waiting thru surgeries without complaining.
It is looking at my scarred body & not flinching.
It is cleaning my overnight bag, fixing meals, washing dishes, making the bed, vacuuming, feeding the dog & all the other daily chores.
Without you there wouldn't be four fabulous children & a passel of grands & greats.
But don't get too puffed up. You can still irritate me - you wouldn't iron my pillowcase!
I love you,
Carol"
Happy Birthday, Daddy.