Heidi loves stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. She loves to knit and cook, because she loves to knit and cook for people she loves. I leave for work before she wakes up, but every morning she wakes up long enough to say, “Have a good day, I love you.” When we get home, we give each other a tight hug and we each say, “I love you.”
Her love, and her enthusiasm, brought her here, to North Dakota. She’s a poet, a great writer, and a professor, a great teacher, and her love for those things brought her here for a great job. All that love makes for a beautiful, happy woman, and Heidi loves to share her happiness. Her family is close, and her friends are like her family: life-long, some from her childhood, some from her college days, some from here. She cares deeply for them.
I also love her laugh, when she is so happy that she cannot do anything else but laugh, I hope you get to hear it — it’s strong and quick. She smiles and her eyes sparkle and her lips shine and I am the luckiest man in the world.