Murray and I celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary this week. I’m pretty sure anyway. For a year, Murray’s been saying we were in our 38th year of marriage.
He says, “When you first get married, you can say you’re in
your first year of marriage, right?”
So now, he’ll start saying we’re in our 39th
year, and I’ll just get confused again.
When we got married, we got lots of gifts. Especially
towels. Lots and lots of towels. Murray started saying, “I’m going to tell
people that for wedding gifts, they should give tools not towels.”
I guess we didn’t think we’d ever have to buy towels again.
I’m not sure we have. Lately, I’ve started noticing holes in our towels, so I
think we’re going to have to buy some for ourselves after all.
So, tools, not towels. What other gifts have I received in
our 38 years of marriage?
Murray puts up with me. He often does things for me, which I
had planned to do differently. I’m not very grateful.
Even in our 39th year, he still calls me, “My
lady love” and says I’m the love of his life.
I don’t seem to be able to stop myself—he still makes me
laugh every day.
He does so much for all of us. I don’t thank him near
enough.
He’s an enthusiastic cook, and baker. Yum yum.
When I’m sad and worried, he’s kind to me. There’s no one
else I’d rather talk to.
What gifts has he given me over the years?
He trusted me to be a stay-at-home mom with our five kids.
He’s always been my strongest supporter, having faith that I can do much more
than I feel sure of with my disabilities.
When I was in the hospital for six weeks, he spent every day
with me.
On the day my first book was published, he woke me that
night with wonder in his voice. “Kathy, your book is on line.”
I don’t know how many more years God will give us together, but I know they’ll be full of gifts. Lord, thank you for the gift of my sweet husband.