When I was about 12 years old I remember wondering who I would marry someday. And saying a prayer that I would have a good marriage — and a prayer for that boy, wherever he was. And then for many years I forgot all about that conversation I had with God. But God didn’t.
When I was 19 years old I married, for all the normal teenage reasons. Certainly not with any mature ideas of how to have a good marriage.
But God hadn’t forgotten my prayer and he gave me exactly the husband I needed. (Too bad I didn’t specify that I wanted a perfect husband for my perfect self, because I like the idea of making God laugh!)
So, we two imperfects have been married for almost 45 years now, and we’ve had all the normal ups and downs, but through it all, Hubby has been my rock. I have always known that, no matter what, I could depend on him. He is a man of integrity and faith, whom I have always been proud to say is my husband.
Today, Hubby turns 65 years old. The years have gone so fast, but we have many great experiences to show for them. Most importantly our wonderful children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
If I could pick any husband for myself today, this is the man I would still pick. God answered my prayer “perfectly”.
Happy 65th Birthday, to the love of my life.