Jan and I celebrated twenty-five years of marriage this week.
It’s been a remembering kind of week.
I’ve pulled out the old pictures.
Marveling at how young we looked.
I look in our eyes and see the joy, the incredible joy we felt that day.
He loves me!
He chose me!
And now – 25 years later -there’s still joy.
And more love than those two newlyweds could have ever imagined.
Forged in the day by day commitment of two hearts.
For better or worse.
For richer and poorer.
In sickness and health.
For as long as we both shall live.
“Come, grow old with me, for the best is yet to come.”