The gospel always teaches us to constantly give thanks. As I sit here listening to the couple that lives below us yell at each other and the husband scream with what sounds like hate in his voice, I am profoundly grateful for a husband who has NEVER yelled at me. Yes we get into arguments and don't always understand each other. I did a lot of crying our first year trying to figure out the whole married thing. Now things are great and through all of our frustrating times and times that sometime feel like challenges, and all of our differences in opinion Dave as never Yelled at me or really even Raised his voice. I wish I could say the same for me, but, to day the least I am sooo grateful for his patience and the natural calming effect he has on me. I married a wonderful man that I miss immensely when he is gone.