Anyway, here we are, Hunter and me, and we were pulling weeds from around the corn and he says “I love you”. That was the very moment I knew I was in heaven and it’s called the Eights.  I never expected Heaven to just have a number, always thought that  it would have some fancy name like the Heavenly Escapes Hotel and Spa or  Holy Paradise Motel, but sure enough the Eights is heaven, with four walls, a roof, a door and a man who loves me.  Pretty sure things are not going to get better than they are right now.  How could they?