I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,” he said, turning me to face him.
“And …” he whispered, “your face is my heart.”
~Diana Gabaldon from Dragonfly in Amber
Today, Dan celebrates his retirement from public service as an attorney – over 37 years working for county government. He will pack up his books and pictures from his office in boxes and bring them home.
This man, by my side for nearly forty years since meeting while in graduate school, and my husband for 37 years, leaves behind a legacy of well-considered and sound legal advice, maintaining integrity as a trusted resource for colleagues and the public while managing to remain above the inevitable politics. He has an archival brain which the county will mightily miss, as not all knowledge resides in file folders and hard drives and cloud servers.
His family, the farm and I are the beneficiaries of this retirement from professional life, as well as the several boards he serves and the church we attend. This is not a man who will retreat to a quiet life: he has many plans, much work that calls him and more education to pursue. It is the start of his next life of service.
This face is my heart and it is my privilege to wake up next to my kindred soul every morning.