The Measure of A Man

After my husband left this morning, I looked out the window and was struck by the sight of the tracks he left as he walked down to his car. (It doesn't take a lot of snow here to make it dangerous to bring the cars to the house.) My heart just filled with appreciation for this incredible man and his strong work ethic who never complains about providing for us. I also like that I can see the point (about seven steps down) where he turned to wave. I don't deserve him but I'm thankful just the same...