As the rice and spicy green sauce rocketed through my nostrils, and I gagged-wheezed red-faced and humiliated, I imagined your thought bubble: “This is the man God selected for me?” It brought back memories of me bumping my head and collapsing unconscious into the mini-van, you in the driver’s seat thinking I was dead. Or that time when I slipped and fell on the front porch in front of the kids (making them cry). Each time brings about the imagined thought bubbles: “This is the man I love?” “This is my husband?” And amazingly, each time the answer somehow is always the same:
How lucky am I to have you as my wife; to have you loving me now for 20 years? Inconceivably blessed is perhaps a better description than luck. And as we celebrate those 20 years together I have the privilege of calling myself your husband, and I can thank you for your love, support and unwavering patience with the tall bald man who has plenty of problems. Beyond the head-bumping, nostril-spraying, falling down antics, you also put up with the snoring, whining, controlling nature, and every-day craziness that accompanies my presence. Yes, you got the fully-loaded, deluxe model when you picked me out of the crowd.
Thankfully for me you ignored the recall notice, tore up the warranty, shredded your receipt and did not trade me in for an upgraded version.
You have been loving me – warts and all – for such a long time, and I know that I take it for granted sometimes. But please know that even as we walk through trials mixed with the daily mundane I am always looking at you. Yes, I’m watching you, and I’m forever in awe of your grace, patience and absolute beauty. You are more beautiful today than the day we first met, and when you add to your amazing physical appearance the wonderful work that God has done in your heart, well let’s just say that it is safe to tell the world that I am the luckiest guy around. Why should a lug like me have such an amazing woman like you? Like I said previously – I’m amazingly blessed to have you.
Speaking of blessings, one of the pure joys of my life is watching our kids grow up, and raising them with you is something that I cherish. And while the time seems to be flying by – I mean, how is it possible that high school begins next year? – each and every moment that we spend together loving, guiding and parenting Emily and Trevor (even the exasperating times) is simply awesome. And believe me when I say that everything good, sweet, wholesome and brilliant from these kids is because of the amazing Mom that you are for them. I treasure those moments when Trevor reads to you at night, and each time you go for a walk with Emily or have some serious girl talk behind closed doors it reminds me that God selected you to be their Mommy, and they love you so very much.
So, on this day that we celebrate our wedding anniversary, I just want you to know that I love you with all my heart, and I promise that I have a lot more clumsiness to share with you for many years to come. I can pretty much predict that by the time you have read this I’ve likely banged my head on a low doorway and spilled some coffee.
Thank you for loving and supporting me for who I am and for being passionate about the things that fire me up (or at least doing a good job of acting like you are interested). Thank you for loving the kids and being their Mommy. And thank you most of all for loving and trusting God with your life, and being an excellent representation of what it means to be His hands and feet.