Twenty-four years ago today, I had a remarkable and unforgettable conversation with a young woman, a PLYT, at a dinner party celebrating my brother-in-laws thirty-fifth birthday.
We talked about a lot of things that night; but what I remember most is the way she shared with me the innermost desires of her heart and the three things – above all else – she most aspired to be: A praying woman of God; A faithful wife; and a good mother.
So I made her my wife, and I made her a mother. And I will even go so far as to say I am partially responsible for having made her a woman of God, because that’s exactly what she had to become in order to have endured twenty-four years of life by my side!
I’m not sure if she believes she has or will ever become the woman she aspired to be those many years ago, and it really doesn’t matter. Because to me… she has been that woman every single day for the last twenty-four years!
Happy Anniversary … to me!