The next seven years were full of muddy boots and broken hearts. Autumn leaves changed and hopes were up in the air every moment. We held on to every last lemon meringue pie, every queens speech and long walk. We loved spending every waken moment together as we watched each other grow into who we were designed to be. You may laugh at me for saying that about a 60 year old woman. But every day she evolved. She got a little more hopeful and a whole lot more dazzling. She was just as bossy, had still the greatest smile and always knew that my bed making skills were never satisfactory. She loved and in turn showed me his love. She was faithful even to the last muddy puddle walk. She was a true representation of his heart. All of it until the very end.