Birthdays

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12

I still remember the gift that I received for my 8th birthday -- a watch. It was not just any watch, but a watch that had a teeter-totter instead of a second hand. Couldn't tell you why I remembered that or where it went to, but for some reason that watch is stuck in my brain.

The next eight days in the family have two birthdays -- my bride's in eight days, and mine being tomorrow. Number 42 for me. So lots of celebrating ahead. (Maybe needing a fire extinguisher to blow out the candles??)

There was a song that was played for Carrie and I at our wedding called "Life Means So Much" by Chris Rice. I'm a big fan of Mr. Rice and have been for a few years, "accidentally" discovering him in a mail order music club catalog. At the end of the song there is a phrase that I think could apply to not only marriages but ourselves as individuals:

Every day is a gift you've been given
Make the most of the time every minute you're livin'

Almost 42 and I still need to learn that.

For Carrie (and if anyone else wants to read it, that's ok):

You have seen me in some of my most trying times. You know that I am not the easiest man to live with, and through it all, I know that you love me. You know when I need a hug, and you know that I sometimes need a swift kick in the behind.

I love you, I love you, I love you. Happy (early) birthday, my bride.