Yesterday, I posted a photo of my wife, Marci, and me as part of the "Wordless Wednesday" festivities.
Tonight, I'll explain a bit of that photo as part of the dandy "Tell Me Thursday" festivities. Yes, that particular photo is one of the lovely Marci and me way on back in 1999 when we were still newlyweds. Today, we celebrated our 10th anniversary and I couldn't be happier.
We've been through lot. I adopted her son, Michael, who was two-years old when Marci and I got married. She miscarried twice before giving birth to a beautiful baby girl named Brenda who is eight years old now. We've each gone through career changes and a life-changing move a few years ago from her native northwest Arkansas to my home turf here in Benton, Ark. We've been through my being diagnosed with ulcerative colitis and all the misery that comes with that.
Having been married once before, I was a bit apprehensive about going through all that again. Thanks to Marci, I've learned how great marriage can be and, indeed, how it is supposed to be. I know she'll always be in my corner and that counts for a lot. She's been nothing short of an incredible wife and mother over the past 10 years and this little family's source of constant strength and resourcefulness.
Do I still love my wife after 10 years? You'd better believe it. When I was a kid I was told in church that God has an ideal "someone" for each of us. I thought that was garbage at the time. I'm proud to report I was wrong.
Happy anniversary, Marci. You know, things turned out pretty darned well for us, huh?