Wealthy At 21

Twenty-one years ago today I married the babe of my life.  She was deep and shallow (each within about ten seconds), caring and safe (I could tell her anything…and did), unassuming and gorgeous (nothing has changed), and I knew she thought I was a pretty good man.  As Sarah and I celebrate with our daughters (Ellen and Emma—and you could add the same description about them and be correct) in our favorite place for a few days (Jackson Hole, Wyoming), we are wealthy beyond our dreams.  

Thank you, Jesus, for designing our days with far more in mind than I had in mine.