Saturday, 01 Oct 2016
Seventeen years ago – before family, friends, and God – we repeated our marriage vows and entered into the sacrament of marriage.
Now that we are fairly well established, it is probably safe for me to admit that I married well above myself. I was lucky.
I was incredibly lucky to even meet Lisa.
I was lucky she agreed to go out on a date with me.
I was lucky she fell in love with me.
I was lucky she agreed to my marriage proposal.
I was lucky she agreed to move to America.
I was lucky she actually went through with the marriage ceremony.
And now, seventeen years later I am still lucky. I am lucky I can still make her laugh when I make a mistake and need to get out of trouble. I’m lucky she lets me think that I’m in charge and I’m lucky that she puts up with me when I get too full of myself.
Most of all, I am lucky that she still makes my heart race.
Dear God, thank you for making me such a lucky fellow.
Happy Anniversary Lisa –
I love you!
XXX OOO
