On June 9th, 1993 I attended the birthday party of my brother’s girlfriend’s best friend at Mt. Paran Church of God. My brother and my brother’s girlfriend agreed that we would get along pretty well. They were right!
Eighteen years later we are well into our eleventh year of marriage with the three most fantastic children in the world. Since that blessed Wednesday night, when Rachel wrote down her number on a torn off sheet of wide-ruled notebook paper, I was hooked.
Besides mesmerizing me from day one, she has been a light to me and others in what is now our circle of friends and she has provided a firm foundation of love and support when all else seems awry.
I am humbled to be her husband and I am richly blessed to have her as my wife. Today is her birthday and it grieves me to be 7,000 miles away though I know she is proud of my efforts. There is no doubt that I stand tall at the gates when recognized as her husband.
I love her with every fiber of my being and I miss being with her, certainly today, not only her birthday, but the anniversary of the evening when she took a chance and gave me her number.
