Twelve Things I’m Grateful For On the 12th, May 2018

Wow! 2018!

I don’t write out the date must anymore. Most of us don’t. We rarely write checks or handwrite letters. Computers automatically enter the date where appropriate.

So when I typed in “May 2018” above, it struck me: I have known Ron for Thirty-Five years! Wow! We must be old!

I was twenty when we met. A junior at the University of Oklahoma. Ron was twenty-three and an engineering major.

Thirty-five years ago this week, I was visiting a friend, Greg. I lived with my parents about 45 minutes away. I’d not done well living on my own. I’d done all the stupid things sorority girls tend to do. Then I came to know Christ, really know Him and understand what it meant to begin to live a life in Christ. So I’d moved home to live differently. That morning I had driven down to Norman to hang out with friends including Greg and brought a few changes of clothes since I wasn’t sure what we’d be doing. Greg’s roommate hadn’t moved in yet, so my clothes were on the bed in that room.

A group of us spent the morning swimming in the apartment pool. Greg stayed down by the pool while I went to shower and change to go to lunch. (Guys can just dry off and throw on a shirt. I needed to rinse my hair or it would turn green from the chlorine.)

Just as I got out of the shower, Greg’s new roommate arrived and began unloading his car. Ron opened the apartment door with his key as I walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

“WHO ARE YOU?” I asked in shock.

“I LIVE HERE! Who are you?” this very attractive man holding a piece of furniture asked.

I quickly got dressed while the roommates discussed the blond up in the apartment and the pile of clothes on the bed.

“She’s really great. A lot of fun. You’ll like her. You should ask her out!” Greg said.

“A lot of Fun, huh?” Ron commented.

The three of us spent lots of time together the next few weeks until Ron was finally convinced Greg and I were not an item.

Ron and I married that September.

Today is my husband’s birthday. Here are twelve things I love about him.

  1. He’s still as attractive as the first moment I laid eyes on him. A bit older with a few wrinkles but still as wonderful.
  2. He still likes to see me fresh out of the shower – even with all the stretch marks, gray hair, wrinkles, scars, and forty extra pounds.
  3. Ron’s hands. I’ve always loved his hands. He can fix just about anything with his hands, and, with a touch, help lessen my anxiety or fear.
  4. He loves me well, in good times and bad.
  5. Ron encourages those around him to better. Whether on our bikes, in the conference room at work, or in a Bible study, he encourages others to do better, be better, try harder, all the while letting them know he cares.
  6. He is humble.
  7. He is kind.
  8. He has admitted his need for help in overcoming issues in his life and readily accepts help from those who’ve walked the same path while reaching back to help others.
  9. His tenor voice still makes me want to sit on the floor and just listen with my eyes closed (or on a comfy couch these days) as I did when we first married.
  10. He is quick to laugh. A belly laugh! He enjoys good humor and a good story.
  11. Though not perfect, he is a good father. We both made many mistakes and we are both working to improve. Many men give up on parenting when their kids reach college age. Ron is continually working to be a good influence in the lives of our adult offspring.
  12. He is willing to walk all the way around a sanctuary, if necessary, to be reconciled. (Read about the time he did just that.)

I am glad we met thirty-five years ago. I’m looking forward to spending another third-five years with this wonderful man.

Happy Birthday, my love!

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