This book is written for the author’s three sons and it chronicles the years from September 1976, when he met his wife Victoria, to May 1984, when their first son was born. During those years that took them from Kansas City to Washington, D.C., to Boston and ultimately to Hingham on Boston’s South Shore, they found a love that goes far beyond the clichéd “wedded bliss.” The author truly believes that the love he and his wife continue to share—three years after her death—is as rare as it is all-consuming, especially in this era in which marriage and other time-honored traditions are under attack. In the heart of the book, therefore, the author attempts to explain—from his perspective as well as from his wife’s—why their marriage was/is so successful and meaningful—and eternal.