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32 Years Being His

Saying it out loud makes me feel so old, but then, I am over half of a century old! Thirty-two years ago today I walked down the aisle of a church in South Houston, Texas to marry the love of my life. It was the best decision I have ever made.

I moved to Houston right after I graduated high school to attend a small Bible college affiliated with my husband’s church. I was 17 years old. Two weeks after I moved, I turned 18 and he gave me a dozen roses…and that was it. We were pretty much inseparable after that. The next birthday he proposed and we were married four months later. I was 19, he was 20.

It has been a beautiful life. It hasn’t always been easy, but it has been a blessed one. You see, I married a man who love God even more than me. So much so that he emulates his Savior each and every day. He may get angry, but he doesn’t show it. He loves sacrificially and I am as spoiled as they come. Sure, he is not perfect, but he is perfect for me. He is truly a gift from God and I am so incredibly thankful for him.

I love being his.

I love you, John!

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