Can you believe that, love?
In that time we've been blessed with five children and made eight moves.
We've known several church families but have called Christ Church home for almost ten years now. Those years in and of themselves have been a wild ride and I am thankful to not only have been by your side through everything but also to call you my pastor.
I love your brain and how you seek knowledge. Not just for the sake of knowing but so you can better serve your King and His people.
I love the way you look at me...seeing who I am and loving me anyways and seeing who I can be.
I love the way you perch your glasses on your nose and give me "the look" over the top of your glasses. Oh, that makes me laugh.
I love your kisses (all eleven of them ;-) and I love the words of your mouth. You encourage and strengthen me with your council and wisdom. I know without a doubt that you will tell me Truth even when it is painful. In this you are a faithful friend.
I love the shoulders that accept the wait of your responsibilities to our family and to our people. You don't shirk back or look for ways to abandon that which you've been given to do.
I love your heart that is steadfast and honorable.
I love the way your hands comfort and guide our family and the way you reach over and rub my back right before we fall asleep.
I love the feet that stand strong and sure in the truth of who God is, and who we are to be in Him.
In short, I love everything about you. All the good I mentioned above but I also love your shortcomings and faults. I love being with you in your struggles because even as you battle your own sin I learn ways to fight might own.
I love the last fifteen perfectly imperfect years of our life. We joke about your boxes, the way you keep things all compartmentalized, and I hope that they are full to overflowing with the same joy that I have found in us.
Even your nothing box.
Because in you and the life that He has given us, God has done abundantly more than I could have ever dared dream of or ask for.