A little over thirty-three years ago, I began dating a young man. I didn’t know at the time that I’d end up marrying him and having two sons. Nor did I know we’d shelter one another through storms and hold hands while we’d climb some pretty hazardous mountains. I had no clue that life would be hard at times and he’d have to dry my tears and support me while our life spun out of control, and that I’d do the same for him.
I didn’t have a crystal ball to see that this young man would make a good husband and father. But in hindsight, I made a damn good decision in marrying him. He’s kind, compassionate, intelligent, chivalrous, romantic and dignified. And I’m very lucky to call him my husband.
David, I love you and I’m honored to be your wife and the mother of your sons.
Happy Birthday, David!