OK. There. It's done, finally.
I've been trying to get that picture posted all week.
I was out of town last week, and couple of days the week before too. Getting back in the swing of things after being away for a while gives me a headache. I want to whine about it because I like the road trips better than I like going to the grocery store and answering the phone at work and sorting laundry and piling up dirty dishes in the sink. Plus, there's a holiday at the end of this week, so nobody really wants to do anything anyway. Including me.
Except that I really, really, really, wanted to show off these roses. It's just taken me a week.
My sweet little husband put these roses in the church last Sunday in honor of our 23rd wedding anniversary. Sunday was actually the date of our anniversary.
Someone asked him at church that day, "At what point did you know it was going to stick?"
His answer: "June 28, 1986."
Good answer, honey. Good answer.
Buying me flowers is not typically something he does. And that's really OK with me. He's the kind of person who doesn't like to see the same scenery twice, so when he does something for a special occassion, chances are he will do something different the next time.
I am so-o-o-o-o not like that. Which is why I love him. He really is everything I am not.
We always do things completely differently. It doesn't matter what it is. If I start something on the right, he starts on the left. If he thinks something needs to go up, I'm looking down for it. I survey my options before I decide and then go, he goes on ahead to see what all the other options are and then decides. He looks at absolutely everything all along the way, I hurry up and get where I'm going and then and only then do I take time to look around. He drives fast and walks slowly. I walk fast and drive slowly.
We do, however, often have the same goal. We just never seem to have the same idea on how to get there.
So, I have no idea exactly how we have managed to stay married and happy for all these years.
But we obviously have had the same goal all along: keeping it stuck.
And it has.
I love you, Scottie.
For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband. Ephesians 5:31-33