It is too hard to capture with film (or even words) how much Eric deserves this award. I was reading a magazine at work the other day, and some people had taken a pole of the best husbands, ranking them according to their income, how much time they spent at home, how handsome they were and whether or not they took out the trash. Isn't it funny what the criteria was? What might work for me, won't for someone else, but thankfully that is how it is supposed to be. Individuality can tailor to speciality, provided the pairing is worked at. For me, Eric is a hundred little things, a great many large things, and millions of precious moments that fill my waking and sleeping hours. Kindness, thoughtful, sweet precociousness, and child-like love. Few people are as insightful, or know so specifically what I need as much as he does, he can lift my burdens, and make the journey easy. Dear Eric, the last six and a half years of my life have been the most pleasant, the sweetest, the most fulfilling. I rejoice in eternity.
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