Unconditional love. I have seen it, though only with my children have I ever found it for myself. Three years ago, I worked in a healthcare center. I cared for people with Alzheimers and dementia. It was trying, yet beautiful work.

There was a man that visited every day. His wife was in the late stages of Alzheimers and she lived at the healthcare center. He would take her out every morning for breakfast, take her to the park and spend a beautiful day with her. She did not know who he was, but she knew she liked this man.

I spoke with him one day. I said that I could not imagine how difficult it must be to see her in this condition. I told him that I thought it was so honorable that he took her out every day without fail, when so many other families disappear when their loved ones reach the more trying phases of the disease. He sat quietly for a moment before speaking. When he finally did speak, he said "I am not trying to be honorable. She is my wife of 50 years and I owe her this and more. She took care of me and now I take care of her. I feel blessed."

The last part confused me. He feels blessed? How can this be? I had to ask what he meant by that and his response blew me away.

"She does not know who I am. She does not remember our year together. I am a stranger to her, but every day I make her fall in love with me again. Every day, when I bring her back, I have succeeded. I am 76 years old and I can still make her fall in love with me. I am blessed."

I don't know what brings me to sharing this. I don't know if it is because I hope to some day have a husband that shows me that sort of devotion. I am not sure if it is because I give every day with all my heart to someone who really doesn't know me.

It is a beautiful, real-life love story.