Hands down, my husband of 42 years. Polar opposites in almost everything except values, we've navigated the whitewater rapids of raising eight kids and made our home in a trailer, a mansion, and everything in between. We've pastored churches with and without pay and learned to cultivate our own private brand of dark humor for and from dark times. We've fought the good fight (more than one, actually) and emerged as each other's champion and cheerleader. Be it feast or famine, I'll still put down the spoon of whatever I'm stirring to slow dance in the kitchen with this one.
—Laura Cowan, Bishop, California