Photo of Carlton and Eileen, my wife's parents.

"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding
brass, or a tinkling cymbal.   And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. 
 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, 
and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing. Love suffereth long, 
and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,  Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, 
thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity,
but rejoiceth in the truth;  Beareth all things, 
believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.   Love never faileth ... 
And now abideth faith, hope, Love, these three; 
but the greatest of these is love."
(I Corinthians 13:1-8a, 13)