"In a time when nothing is more certain than change, the commitment of two people to one another has become difficult and rare. Yet, by its scarcity, the beauty and value of this exchange have only been enhanced." ~ Robert Sexton

38 years ago I married this man.  We were just a couple of kids.  He'd just turned 21 and I was 20.  We had no idea then just how young we were.  Yesterday I was at the library and I overheard a young lady tell her companion, "Michael, I'm 20 years old!" like she was old enough and smart enough to know her own mind.  It caused me to look up at her and I thought, "My word, how young she is."  Was I really married by then?!  But I thought then that 58, which is the age I am now, was like having one foot in the grave.  Hopefully, that isn't true yet.

Oh my.  The good times, the hard times we've shared.  Good health, ill health. Surgeries.  Times when we had no idea how we were going to pay our bills, but always having enough.  Raising two wonderful children.  Being blessed with a daughter-in-law who is like another daughter to us, and two precious grandsons.  Unemployment.  Feast.  Famine.  Grouchy moods.  Peaceful company as we read and listen to music together. Tons and tons and tons of laughter.  Days when we've looked at each other and not liked each other very much.  We know what we each look like when we get out of bed in the morning and haven't run away yet.

Besides children and family, we've had one other Companion for almost 36 of these 38 years.  The good Lord.  Making the decision to let Him be our Guide, our Friend, our Counsellor, and our Comforter was the best one we ever made.  So, thank YOU, Lord.  I don't even like to wonder where we'd be without You.