Yesterday, after showing Georges one of our wedding photos that I was using as a screensaver: "Look, don't these two people look familiar?" "Oh, yes... and look how he is looking at her. You can't see all of her face but look at HIS face, the look in his eyes. She must be a very beautiful lady." ... [Hands over eyes. Tears streaming down face. Unable to speak.] He does this to me all the time. I never thought I'd be happy to be in love with a man who makes me cry. But with Georges, it's the way he makes me cry that is part of why I love him so much.