"I have loved him all my life"
My mom took me by the house where my Grandmother grew up.
Grandmother, as a very young girl, would sit on the swing in her front yard and watch my gradaddy plow the fields from a distance.
Young, strong, tan, and five years older, he caught her eye one day.
So she would sit out on the swing each afternoon, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
And she loved him then.
Like she loves him now.
"I have loved him all my life" are the exact words she said to my mom.