Dedication

Over thirty years ago I married my best friend. At his side I learned of the goodness of life. From his eyes I learned of love. His hands reach out to me when I am lost. His arms give me strength when I am weak.

This Tudor Web Site is Dedicated to my husband Bob, with love, honor, and gratitude.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

Oh no; it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken,

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

Sonnet CXVI

William Shakespeare





	Over thirty years ago I married my best friend. At his side I learned of the goodness of life. From his eyes I learned of love. His hands reach out to me when I am lost. His arms give me strength when I am weak.



	This Tudor Web Site is Dedicated to my husband Bob, with love, honor, and gratitude.



	Let me not to the marriage of true minds
	Admit impediments. Love is not love
	Which alters when it alteration finds,
	Or bends with the remover to remove:
	Oh no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
	That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
	It is the star to every wandering bark,
	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken,
	Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
	Within his bending sickle's compass come;
	Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
	But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
	If this be error, and upon me prov'd,
	I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

	Sonnet CXVI
	William Shakespeare