Ten years ago today I walked down the aisle to join my wonderful man. My joy knew no bounds. We had no idea what the next 10 years would hold, but we didn't care, we were in love and nothing could conquer that.
When I met him he was tall and skinny, but strong. He had a love for knowledge, but his bluntness was usually too much for most. He was young, unrefined, unpolished, but he loved God with a fervency I had never seen. Blunt to a fault. Faithful to the core. Looking back now I see how young he was and all that youth had with it.
Now, he is still tall, skinny and strong. He is still blunt (Bro. Blunt is his nick name). His capacity for knowledge still amazes me, he studies more than anyone I have ever known. Now he is older, wiser and more refined. He even has some gray flecking his coal black hair--I like it. His love for God has never, ever wavered. Fervency bursts from him, because it can't be contained. I often liken his preaching to a can of soda that someone shook up and then popped the tab. He is anointed for a mighty work. Faithful and patient are the fruit weighing down this tree of a man, along with many others. I should know, I am usually the recipient of said patience. Above all over the last ten years I have learned that he hears and follows God. I never doubt if he prays. I never fear that he will be afraid to carry out what God asks of him, ever. Lacking a backbone is not a problem. He amazes me with his child-like faith and his make-the-devil-tremble prayers. My Hubs is real, human, but to me he is amazing.
Babe, I love you more today than I did ten years ago. I can't say it's always been easy, because it hasn't. I can't say we have never met pain face to face. I can say that through it all we stood strong together. I am thankful that I get to be your help mate. It's an honor to stand beside you.
Hubs and Daniel at the hotel in St. Louis two weeks ago. Please pardon the stuff cluttering the bedside table. Thanks much!