March 1, 2011. I consider myself very fortunate, in that love has surrounded me my entire life. It's true, there were times when I took it for granted, or even doubted its existence, but looking back I see that it was there all along. Someone was always looking out for me. How I ever met my dear wife is a mystery and a miracle. God knows I have never earned or even deserved such love. And, by the way, love is clearly more than romance and roses, although no one would throw them out. It seems to have more to do with sickness than health, and poverty than riches. Love is closely related to diapers and bills, headaches and fender benders. Love is faithfulness. It is forgiveness. Love endures.