I have made countless decisions in my life and my work, some of them big and many of them small. Some of those decisions turned out well, others not so well. But one of those choices stands out heads above the rest.
Twenty years ago this week, I fell in love with my best friend. The emotion and experience caught me off guard at the time, but set the stage for a relationship that in so many ways has helped shape who I am and what I am meant to be. That the Lord brought us together in marriage is a marvel and a joy that still stands so many years later.
She is my best friend, mother to my children, my partner in faith and in life, and in so many ways completes and balances me. We have been together now for half of my life, and I have the better end of the deal.
I'm not usually into marquee proposals or valentine billboards, and in some ways this blog post might be construed as such. But every now and then, something more than a private, personal declaration is warranted.
Twenty years, and we've barely scratched the surface of our future. I can't wait to see what's in store.
All my love is yours, Janet. The next Taco Bell meal is on me.
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