I have contemplated for a couple of days now what I wanted to write about my great gift from God. What can I say about this amazing woman? Do I write about how crazy she is? I mean, she married me. In some states that would be considered certifiable. Most women would never consider picking up their entire life and transplanting it half way across the country, leaving everything behind. This woman has done it twice. Still not sure I understand that depth of love.
I had never had any children by blood (only by grace), so at 40 she blesses me with the two greatest things I have ever helped create. How do you thank someone for that? How do you explain just what that has really meant in your life. A couple of times I have done something with the kids and made a post about how it doesn't get better than this and I get the social media equivalent of "the look". It is probably because I don't remind her enough that she has given me almost all of the greatest blessings of my life, herself being one of the best.
She must be crazy to put up with the lack of attention sometimes, the seemingly endless times of distraction and squirrels that take away from the time that should belong to her and her alone. Sometimes I think about her love for me the same way that I think about God's love for me. I shake me head and think, "I don't get it God, because I would have given up on me a long time ago". She could have saved herself plenty of heartache, but she has never given up on me. Even when I gave up on me.
She has helped me believe in myself when I didn't and couldn't. And because of that, we have seen God bless us and bring us to where we are now, with a great job and great family.
I could go on like this all day. The long drives, the happy talking. Watching a wave knock her on her butt and just laughing.The times of intense spiritual warfare. The joy of seeing her walk down an aisle with a t-shirt that said "Daddy 2 be". Holding her hand and crying when we lost Nathaniel, trying to make sense of it all. Our first hike together, that ended with her collapsed on a trail in the middle of the woods. God using that to show us some of her medical issues. Her getting pregnant and having Matthias. And DevonRose. The ups and downs with the teenagers. And the things that we learned that make us better parents today.
And the list goes on. And we continue to walk it together, side by side. Sometimes I get a little ahead and sometimes she gets a little ahead, but we always end up right on time.
Connie Todryk, I love you more than words can say. Thank you for being mine.
All my love,
Your prince
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