On Thursday, April 1 (yes, April Fool's Day...no kidding!), twelve years ago, I married my sweet little husband. I was 43. It was my first and only marraige. I waited so long for a husband that I almost never call him anything but Husband. He was so worth waiting for.
He is my best boy friend, my knight in shining armor and a Godly man. He is patient with all my flightyness. He is gentle with my self-doubt. He encourages me. I grow stronger and better. He trusts me. I trust him. He protects me. I feel safe. He lifts me up. I see new possibilities. He never raises his voice and we love being together - quietly, by ourselves. I don't know a single other person who I can spend all my time with.
He shows me daily love at its best.
I thank God for him in my life!
Happy Anniversary, my Husband.
Oh - I missed this one. What a sweet tribute. And I'll show it to Chaz, who thinks she'll never get married. Donna - what you've got? worth waiting for.
ReplyDeleteNo, no. Never give up. Well, no, that's not right. I did give up my trying to find Mr. Right and then God dropped him in my lap. God's funny like that.
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