Sep
01
2010
The First Day of Our Twentieth Year
Yesterday, my wife and I celebrated 19 years of marriage. We’ve nearly been together longer than we were apart. And without question, when my wife said “I do” on August 31, 1991, my life was indescribably and immeasurably blessed and beautified. She has made me better in every way possible–and she didn’t have much to work with!
As we celebrated over dinner last night, we realized that our 19 years, by God’s grace, has been two decades of steady and growing love for each other. I love her now more than I ever did. And incredibly, she feels the same about me. I don’t deserve her, and I’m all the more grateful for her.
I also realized that the first day of our twentieth year would be radically different from our previous 19 years. Starting September 1st, my wife has decreed that we would eat healthy, tasteless foods rather than really good stuff. She’s doing it because she loves me. She’s doing it because she loves me. She’s doing it because she loves me. And I’m gonna like it. I’m gonna like it. I’m gonna like it.
Despite the new diet, my beloved is the greatest good that’s ever happened to me.