Until Friday my wife was twentysomething. On April 25th she turned thirty and feels now life begins. I’m not sure what she thinks the last twenty-nine years represented? She had a great weekend with a night with the family listening to live music, to a day at the spa, to dinner with friends (suprised). She keeps telling me it was a good birthday.

I married the most amazing woman. I was pretty lucky she waited twenty-five years for me to get the courage to find and marry her. Werid, but my mother taught me to pray for my wife before I find her. When I was in college I typed up a long list of what I wanted in a wife. I use to pray for “my desirable wife” and that God would form me into the husband she needed. I know it sounds strange, but it worked. I married the person I prayed for – she had everything except the brown eyes. But once you see my wives eyes you realize I couldn’t have prayed for that shade of blue – I didn’t know it existed.

Now my daughters first birthday is next month.