Thirty-Two Years Of Us.

Thirty-two years ago, we said “I do”

without knowing how heavy or holy

those words would become.

We’ve laughed until our sides ached,

cried until words failed us,

and learned that love is not proven

by ease, but by staying.

We have walked through chronic illness,

uncertainty, and seasons that asked more of us

than we felt we were able to give.

Yet grace kept meeting us there,

quietly faithful, never late.

God built a family from our love, 

children who became adults we admire,

marriages that widened our hearts,

and grandchildren who remind us

that joy multiplies when love endures.

Mike, you are still my safest place,

my answered prayer,

my partner in faith and perseverance.

We are not the same people we were back then,

we are stronger, gentler, and more deeply rooted.

Thirty-two years later,

I choose you again,

grateful for every chapter,

trusting God with the ones still to be written.

“Unless the Lord builds the house,

the builders labor in vain.”

Psalm 127:1

“Let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.”

1 John 3:18