The Great '68'

I would just like to discuss my husband for a moment. This sums him up perfect. I was de-junking my bedroom the other day. I mean, I threw away everything that wasn't nailed down. It felt good. I'm talking bags to DI, garbage, the shredding of important, possibly illegal, documents. So I come across note after note that I have tucked away from students over the past 12 years.(I just want to note there that I have cleaned out my room over the last 12 years.) I have a box of notes at school too. And I say to Ry, "What am I going to do with all these notes?" And his reply? "Keep every single one of them. All of them. Don't you throw one thing away. I will buy you a new file cabinet if you need me too." How is it possible someone came into my life who would know what I need, when I need it. And honor my work as a mother and teacher.
I love him.
PS, I tried to post a picture of us. I don't think it worked. It's of us at the Ben Fold's concert this summer. Another reason why the great 68 rocks my world.