I love Joanna because she lifts me up in the ways that I need to be lifted. In the 19+ years of our marriage, she has done more lifting of the other party than I have, so it's been unfair to her. When she lifts me, it's typically in an emotional or more often spiritual sense. When I served as Bishop, Joanna oftentimes was the last thing holding me together. When I left her, it's usually something on the temporal side, like paying the bills, finishing off the dishes or completing some project around the house or yard.
Any way we would slice it up - who lifts whom and how - we are a pretty darn good fit. Sometimes we're both strong together, and sometimes we both need a hand, but the latter is very seldom. As for me - I love her for the way she has so consistently and courageously lifted me for 19 years. I love you, girl.
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