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I pulled in the driveway easing my way into the garage as the door rolled up. Whew! I had done it! I had just completed a three hour yoga session. I was a bit sore, but realized once again how much stronger I have become over this past year and how much my mind has calmed in response to stress. Walking into my empty house, I called for "Goldy-Locks," he was already relaxed in his spot by my bed. His tail wagged as I approached, and together we walked out to the backyard, so he could take care of his "final business"for the night. I guess I've grown accustomed to my quiet nights at home . . .

The ringing of the phone caught me by surprise, hmm . . . who would be calling now, so late? "Hello," I said and then just smiled as the voice on the other end was my husband checking in on me. "How did it go? Are you in for the night now?" he said. I reassured him that all was well and that I am safe and sound. "OK, I'm just making sure." I hung up the phone and had a memory flash of many years ago. . .

I remembered a conversation between my Mom and me when our marriage was practically brand new. It was a simple question that she asked me in such a motherly way. "Is he good to you, Mary?" And of course, I reassured her that he was good to me in every way. She smiled and sighed relief. "Good," she said.

Yes, it's true, that even when your children are grown up you still want them loved, cared for, and treated well by their spouses. And once again, my husband had proved his worth. I almost wished at that moment that my Mom and Daddio were around so that I could tell them, "yes, he's still good to me." After all these years, he's been good, he's still good, and Lord willing, he'll remain good. . .

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