My Husband, Kelly. Not expected to live past age 30, in this picture he’s 53.
You might think he was entertaining a child. But no, he’s got me and everybody else in the coffee kiosk at the local hospital falling out of their chairs, forgetting their pain, while living with almost unbearable pain, himself. This man is my hero, as you might guess. Not all of us get to marry the men we admire most… but I did!
I’m the “other half” of this outfit: