Since I married Bud Ireland in 2004, I have counted on him for many things. He changes the oil in the Jeep, makes sure I am wearing matching shoes and generally keeps me going. There is no way to count how many stories or pages of the newspaper he has proofed over the years – or how many photos he has taken for me when I couldn’t get somewhere.
He has missed more suppers and listened to more city council stories than anybody.
And he has done it without complaint for years.