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.
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!
I love this view from the top of Monte Sano. Love this kid, love this place.
This kid checked out of school early today and we hit up the campground. That smile says it all. He’s in his happy place!
Six weeks ago, this girl had surgery on her foot. Her recovery hasn’t been easy — in fact, it’s been pretty rough. She slept on the couch for the first few days as we tried to manage her pain. But she got into a groove pretty quickly and never let these circumstances get the best of her. Pretty soon she was pushing herself up the stairs to her room all on her own or using her scooter to navigate the halls on the first day of school. I was the first one to sign her cast and I wrote the best words I could think of to remind her of who she is:
You are strong. — Dad
Today was a big day: we went in to have the hard cast removed. Needless to say, she was pretty excited. But she was OVERJOYED when the doctor told her that she could bypass the soft cast stage and go straight to a walking boot. After hobbling around for the last six weeks, this was the best news she could’ve received. We stopped for a celebratory Starbucks afterward before heading back to school.
I’m proud to be the father of a super strong, determined young lady who has learned to handle adversity in stride. That’s my girl!
We’re playing for a newly formed team this fall: the Huntsville Rangers. We had a great day at the ballpark today — our team went 4-0 and ended up winning our tournament today. And Joshua had a big day at the plate — he drove in five runs today, highlighted by a triple over the center fielder’s head to the deepest part of the ballpark. He also pitched three innings and allowed only one run. Proud of our #32!