A sweet friend of mine (Hi Jen!) sent me an email about a special little girl.
Today is my 14th wedding anniversary.
There is something distinctly you that resonates deep within my soul. It is your character. Your confidence. Your purity.
My distant memories of you at Southwestern ring true to your soft, strong personality. You were like no one else. Your confident, quiet stare screamed purpose, conviction and integrity. Many of the people we brushed shoulders with, both male and female, were less than genuine in both their interpersonal behavior and their walk with Christ. It was like the difference between Diet Coke and the real thing. Five minutes wasted with one of these individuals quickly revealed emptiness.
You, however,…what a breath of clean fresh oxygen. The hours spent playing cards, driving to church, and sitting on the porch swing at Collins Hall seemed like mere minutes. There was something about you that drew me to you. Before I knew that I loved you, my soul loved you.
You were my princess!
Foolish immaturity allowed you to slip through my grasp. It’s dumbfounding, my inability to see the treasure that was standing before me. Thankfully, providence could not be denied.
I remember the moment I realized I was deeply in love with you. We weren’t seeing each other. We had never kissed. It was a night in early June of 1994 and I left a message on your answering machine. My heart was pounding so hard, I could barely leave a message to tell you that I was thinking of you. (Really, I was longing for you.) My deepest fantasy was that you too were in love with me. How could I have ever known that this fantasy would come to life?
On December 17, 1994, I married my best friend. True to character you presented yourself to me, a spotless bride.
Though the past fourteen years have shaped and molded the both of us, the core of who you were then is still intact today. Your pristine beauty, integrity, and pure love are the qualities that are infused within me.
Servant of God
Proverbs 31:28-29 says this about you,
Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.”
You are woven and intertwined in the deepest parts of my flesh, mind, spirit, and soul. To breathe, is to love you.
Happy Fourteenth Anniversary