Last week I stumbled upon a surprising truth. On a lark, I decided to calculate how long Sunny and I had been married. Of course, I knew we’d been married 19 years, but I wanted to know the exact number of days and weeks. A quick Google search gave me the information I needed: at that precise moment, we had been married 999 weeks. (Not sure what I would’ve done if it had been 666 weeks.) One week later and we’re celebrating a thousand weeks together. I had no idea! When I told her, Sunny was shocked, too! When I think about the age of our children, the number of years we’ve been married feels right. Nineteen years feels right. But to say we’ve been married for a thousand weeks has a different ring to it! But it’s the truth. Truthfully, these thousand weeks have flown by.

• One thousand Sunday mornings worshipping together.
• One thousand post-church conversations that begin with, “What do you want for lunch?”
• One thousand Monday mornings made better by her smile.
• One thousand Friday nights, spent at the theater or in nice restaurants…to be followed by many more Friday nights spent on the ball field and the drive-thru.
• One thousands weekends spent talking and laughing.
• One thousand weeks to be shaped by her goodness and her love.

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Sunny, to say I’m grateful for the thousand weeks we’ve shared would be an understatement. You bless my life so richly. Happy one-thousand-week anniversary! I love you!

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