“In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies.
He who loves his wife loves himself.”
Your smile hit me in my soul way down deep,
as you pulled up in that red Jeep.
It was twenty-four years ago,
you came along and messed up my flow.
It wasn’t a chance meeting,
but your sister’s scheming.
You weren’t someone I really wanted to meet,
then you swept me off my feet.
You were my answer to years of prayer,
fresh like high desert mountain air.
As we grew close through things in common,
it felt like a miracle or phenomenon,
that anyone could look at me like you did
when you asked me to wed.
Your patience is incredible.
Your kindness is indispensable.
Our years of growth together,
has been bonded by storms and weather.
The security of your love
is sent from heaven above.
Our journey together with Jesus
has grown our faith knowing that He sees us.
And now on our sixteenth anniversary,
it’s still the way you look at me.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things. Love never ends….
1 Corinthians 13:7-8