To My Martin,
Happy third wedding anniversary. three years ago today we were doing this:
These three years have been crazy. Lots of family emergencies. Seemingly endless commutes to and from work, endless piles of laundry, the constant battle to have children. We’ve buried your dad, your aunt and your dog Toni as well as a dear friend in Knoxville. We’ve watched our nieces and nephews grow like weeds. We’ve become more and more active at church.
I’ve watched you blossom into the spiritual leader and head of our home. Your counsel is valued, by myself and by others. I’m so proud of you for letting God work in your life.
We’ve moved your mom and mine to different homes. We’ve finished and furnished attics and basements. We’ve taken in “strays” and found them new homes.
And through it all, you are there. The same guy, making the same funny faces at me, loving me through all my ups and downs. Loving my family. and always laughing. Joy lives in your heart and you give it so freely to all around you.
Martin, you are amazing.
and while I was typing this, you walked into my office with 2 dozen roses.
How did I get so lucky?
thank you LORD for Martin.