Today marks a moment in history for which I will forever be grateful. It is my beautiful wife’s birthday.
I have known her for 12 years. I remember the first time I held her hand. I remember when she said yes. I remember when we sat in our 800 square foot apartment watching Friends because we had no money to do anything else. I remember the “discussions” (I maybe implicated in instigating a few of these but only a few). I remember the day our daughter was born. I remember the moment we saw smoke pouring out of our front door. But most of all I remember her. Her smile. Her intelligence. Her style. Her sweetness.
I am certainly not her equal as a companion and spouse. In this I see God’s grace. I can’t imagine life without her and pray I never see that day. Here is to Frances. Happy birthday.