Steve

The part I didn't mention about our St. George journey yet was our coming home.  Poor Steve woke up feeling so sick.   We weighed our options of how to get home.  One of the biggest challenges of RP for me is not being able to drive when it would be so helpful to someone I love.  In that moment how I longed to be able to say ... I've got this handled.  I can take care of you.  You recline the seat and I'll drive.  That isn't our situation and we make the best of it.  He drove home and he got sicker until we ended up at the ER.  Thank you to our dear daughter/son in law who helped us out.  We had to reassure Cricket that everything was going to be okay .. she is very concerned  about her Steve!

Steve is my rock.  My #1 fan - support in everything I do.   If I have a dream, he asks how can I support you with that?  My best friend for almost 30 years now.  We laugh, play,  problem solve, work hard, laugh and play some more together.  The picture below is a sweet memory from our trip back to NYC a few weeks ago.  The picture Steve is holding is of his parents in this same hotel - the Waldorf Astoria on their one date before they corresponded for a year while his dad was at war.  His dad, like Steve, was so sweet and kind to his mother.  We wanted to find this big ballroom.  One evening while we were there Steve felt like now was the time someone in the hotel may have the information.  We went down to the lobby and a night manager knew just what room it would have been back in the day.  He took us in a back room overlooking this beautiful ballroom where his parents had their first date.  It was amazing and you could visualize the two of them nearly 70 years ago dancing in this amazing ballroom.  It was a special moment for us, too.

I love you so much, Steve.  Get well soon.