a quarter of a century

I'm so glad this little boy was born twenty five years ago...


And so glad our paths converged eighteen and a half years later.


I love being married to you.

Even though we don't have a lot of time just for us, we make the most of those times, whether it's playing games or catching up on Lost or Scrubs after the kids go to bed, praying together before turning in or just chatting.

But one of the best things is seeing you interact with the kids-- playing "Ha ha" or "Ninja" with Jack, or roughhousing like little boys like to do with their dads. He can't miss a hug and kiss in the mornings before you leave for work and tells me "I miss Dada aaall day" when you're gone. And Abigail can't appreciate now how you dote on her, but I see how much you love that little girl, and I know that one day, she will want to make you proud.

I'm so thankful that our children have a dad who invests so much time in them, a dad who, above everything else, places importance in faith and leads his family in the Truth. Thank you for all of the hard work you do to support us every day and for making it possible for me to stay home with the kids. It means so much to me- and them.

I'm sorry you are sick as a dog on your birthday! I hope we can make it happy anyway.

I'll eat you up-- I love you so.