to the man the Lord hand picked for me.
And I finally listened.
|Available at Country Roads. He is crafty.|
It was his staff who first called him
Mr. Lee. The motley crew of misfits
ex-cons, honorable men that had served
on the Vietnam side, educated individuals
from all over the world working in low
paying retail jobs. They wanted to
respect him but couldn't say his last
name so he became Mr. Lee.
|Country Roads. We feel like Royalty.|
On his name badge, the name Rodj, the
name I called him for the first year we
knew of each other. He had taken
the management staff literally. "Put
whatever name you want on your badge."
|Country Roads. He is handy with tools. This is a shelf made from a shutter.|
For the past 10 years,
Mr. Lee has done God's work.
Working with and for our retired
military officers. Honoring their
dignity in life and death. Supporting
families and serving in delivering
|Girl has become quite a photograph. She took this one.|
Mr. Lee doesn't believe he is special
but he allows all of us to be ourselves.
In his shadow, he is bigger than the rest
of us, we bloom. In his shelter, we are
free and safe.
|Pray beads plants. He makes my roses bloom|
This morning, like most days, I will
tell him, you have made all my dreams
come true. He won't believe me.
Happy Birthday my precious beloved
husband. We love you MORE.