We’ve been married 24 years today. We celebrated in style, the first time we’ve done it right in all 24 years. Usually, we’ll eat dinner or see a movie but last night we stayed in a beautiful hotel, watched a good movie, stopped at the art museum, and enjoyed one of the best weekends of our married lives.
But let me take a moment to say one thing…I love my wife. You think that’s no revelation but it is. As someone who has counseled people through years of marriage, love for a wife is rare. Love for a husband is a gift. A unified family is unheard of.
But here we are, twenty-four years after she said “I do” and we’re happier than we’ve ever been. Our kids are happy. We are happy. We enjoy one another and can share the good times and the bad with mercy (some of the time) and grace (most of the time).
But here is the mystery: When did it become 24 years? When did we go from 5 years to 15 years to 24? How did this happen? Will the next 24 years go as quickly? Will we have changed as much in 24 years as we changed these first two dozen years? Of course, I have no answers for these many questions. My only desire is to walk through the years, hand-in-hand, with the one who has made them so special.
