Okay, so this pretty personal, I guess. This is more or less an open letter to my wife. Read on if you dare.
I see Valentine's Day has come and gone for 2009. Valentines Day began with you and I having a cup of coffee together and considering the demands of day two of the "Sweetheart Banquet" at church. We went out together as a whole family to re-load your supplies for the evening banquet. From noon on you prepared at church while the boys and I took care of some picture developing and then went home. I returned to church around 4:00. Then you and I stayed at church until 9:45 together. You basically spent the whole day (from 11:30 a.m. to 10:00 p.m.) ministering to other people's marriages and providing an opportunity to share the Gospel with many couples (by the way, a whole team of people also did this with Nikki--thanks everyone!).
As I encouraged everyone else to honor their Valentine, the reality is that I didn't do ANYTHING on that day to honor you.
For a while, I made the argument that everyday is Valentine's Day in our relationship. I know I'm really short-sighted to say that. Now that I see it in print it's somewhat embarrassing that it even crossed my mind. Sorry.
You are my everything in this world. God has used you to strengthen me, to challenge me and to truly spur me on to a greater love for Him and greater works in this world. You provide for me friendship, love, knowing that no matter how celebrated or misunderstood I feel in this world that you'll be there at the end of the day to share it all with me. You are an ever-present reminder and expression of God's grace to me. To throw out wordy expressions of love seems somewhat trite and insufficient. You are me--and there truly is no me without you.
You know. I love you.
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