(Two lines below sung to the tune of 'Jesus Loves Me This I Know.')
 
Diane loves me, this I know.  
For she often tells me so...

 
I'm not always sure why she loves me and have sometimes wondered about this over the past 35 years, but I know that she does and that is what counts. 
 
Be clear on this now, it isn't because "I know" that it counts, although this is important and provides great comfort and assurance.  More importantly it is because "she does" love me that it counts.  "I know" is important...but that "she does" is crucial.  Because if she does not...then I am only deluding myself.
 
Once every two weeks or so, Diane professes her love even more strongly...by telling me to "drive carefully."  (Hey, what were you thinking?  Shame on you.)  Yes, about every two weeks or so, "that t-shirt" comes up in the rotation.  You know what t-shirt I mean.
 
It is "that t-shirt" which causes Diane to say, "Drive carefully, please don't get in an accident today."  Or, "Honey, if you are in a car crash today, and you still have the use of your hands, please rip that t-shirt in two before you get to the ER."  Sometimes she just says, "Getting 'dressed up' today I see."  Sarcasm is so unbecoming on her.
 
Pastor teaches the Confirmation class a bit of Greek and Hebrew every year.  He throws in a Latin phrase just for fun:  "Semper ube.  Sub ube."  (Always wear...Under wear)  Diane says Pastor would make an exception in the case of "that t-shirt."
 
"That t-shirt" - the one that looks like swiss cheese.  All of us have some of these clothes - the stained sweatshirt, the comfy shoes, a beat up leather jacket, "that t-shirt" which looks like it has met up with a machine gun.  Portions of our personality can be like this, also.  A well-worn, comfortable habit or trait that not everyone might appreciate or even tolerate about us...except those who truly love us.
 
Diane loves me...this I know.  I am a so very blessed.