TO MY RICH

CAUTION: SUGAR OVERLOAD AHEAD

(BUT I MEAN EVERY WORD OF IT!)

Today we celebrate TWENTY years together.

I was NINETEEN years old when you took me out for the first time.

I was EIGHTEEN years old when we met and you made that comment about my hair. . .

SEVENTEEN years ago we found out we were pregnant, and so our family began!

The daughter you love is every bit of SIXTEEN.

FIFTEEN years ago we started thinking about homeschooling, investigating, researching, and talking to people who were already on that journey.

David will be FOURTEEN next month.

We've spent THIRTEEN years in Nashville.

Now, we've completed TWELVE years of homeschooling.

Our baby is ELEVEN.

We've survived TEN moves, and

NINE churches.

And speaking of survival, it's been EIGHT years since the accident that almost took you Home.

I get SEVEN days every week to spend with you, and you make each one special.

The year we met: nineteen eighty-SIX.

FIVE books, and not one would have been written without you.

FOUR loving, supportive, Christ-honoring parents between us.

THREE beautiful kids.

TWO hearts.

There is only ONE man for me--you.

I love you!