Nine years ago today, Becky made me the happiest man in the world.


We've actually been an "item" for twelve years, as we got married on the third anniversary of the day we began dating.

It is so hard to put my thoughts on a day like this together, because nothing I can say, even if I were to write the best thing I have ever written, could even approach expressing the blessedness, the joy, the gratitude, the bewilderment (knowing what I know about me) I feel knowing God has given someone as incredible as Becky to someone like me.


So we've been in love for basically twelve years, and I say this without exaggeration at all -- every day I cannot help but love her, because every day brings with it an exponential increase in her beauty, wisdom, and loveliness. She gets smarter, godlier, funnier, sexier, more selfless and more merciful every day. She is an amazing demonstration daily of God's grace to me. She has made me a better man, a better father, and a better follower of Jesus.



You know that inner inexpressible something parents feel when they are suddenly struck by the specialness and the beauty and the weight of what it means to have kids? That comes close. Hardly a day goes by that I am not zapped by that overwhelming sense of . . . oomph! when I think about her. It's a transcendent thing, something too big for my brain and body. Twelve years later, I'm still head over heels, beyond all reason in love with my wife. She's Proverbs 31, 1 Corinthians 13, and the Song of Solomon all rolled into one!


Thanks for an unbelievable nine (twelve!) years, baby. I love you.