Over 25 years ago, I set starry eyes on this man. Then, a mere moments out of his teen years, and just a babe. I was 19 when we met. [The thought that I have two kids who are both about to be older than 19 this winter is scary.]
14 years ago, I stood near the dinosaur tracks in Glen Rose and posed for this photo. I don’t remember which of my budding photographers took the photo, but that’s besides the point. That was back when I was such a cool, young, homeschool mom doing a field trip almost every week. What I wouldn’t give to have that energy again! Kev had just come home from spending time in the Middle East where I had prayed for him more than I ever did in our entire marriage… and if I’m honest, I still don’t pray for him like I did then. There’s nothing like thinking you may lose something to help remind you of how much it means to you.
Fast forward all these years and adventures… four children, not just two… nearly 25 years of married life… and I’m still leaning on my best friend.
We’ve grown up together.
We’ve stuck together – through thick and thin (and yes, there have been years where it wasn’t as easy as others – we are no different than most other couples).
We can’t take the credit. All credit is due to the other ‘guy’ we share a birthday month with. You know. The one who was born in a manger.
To my sweetie: I’m so glad that I get to do life with you. You surprise me still, every day, with your stories and your humor… and you make me proud to be your wife. I know we irritate each other, and we love to tell people that we’re each other’s “punishment” from God, so neither of us will ever die…
But that’s not true at all. You are one of His greatest gifts I ever got to experience. I would do it all over again – even the hard stuff – to walk beside you.
I’m so thankful to have your shoulder to cry on, your arms to fall into, and your strength to hold me up.
Happy 40…something. :::wink:::
I love you.