Mr. Perfect

This is the man I hunted down at Brigham Young University. I do have a cuter pictures of him like one taken about twenty years ago in a black and hot pink wet suit posing like a smiling shark in Hollywood shades. Oh well—for my eyes only!
During last week's Sunday School lesson, given by a darling, young couple who have been married about a year, the husband said, “Everyone should talk about their spouse as if they have no problems, that everything is perfect and that you are completely in love.” Not an exact quote, but close enough. I could not look my “Mr. Perfect” in the eye. I couldn't even look around the room to see if anyone else was convulsing the same way as I. Too many times I have been EXTREMELY realistic, honest and also ready to cut my tongue out. So since it is still January—the month of resolutions, I proclaim: This is a picture of me with my perfect husband, Al.

Seriously and with complete honesty, he is perfect for me. One recent example happened just yesterday when I talked to him like he was my girlfriend. "I ate too much today," I mournfully confessed, "I was doing so well, and then completely blew it today!"

"Don't worry," he comforted me even with sincerity, "It's OK."

That is all he said, but because Al said it, I believe it. He is Mr. Stability, Mr. CTR, Mr. Nice, Mr Good Looking and Mr. Perfect. Admittedly he doesn't always say what I want to hear, or do what I want done or blah, blah, blah, but he has just the right amount of everything to help make me a better person, and he overlooks, ignores and forgives my shortcomings. For all that and more, I love him deeply.