Happy Birthday to my Husband, Al!

Happy Birthday to my husband, Al.

I want to grow up to be like my husband, Al.

First of all, human hearts don’t come kinder. The Lord blessed my husband with a sixth sense: for need. His eyes snap to the one no one else notices.

Motives don’t come purer. His are Windex clear. He’s selfless–pure and simple.

And love doesn’t come steadier. Don’t kid yourself. You won’t shake his Teton love. 

Nor does devotion run deeper. His is a trench. Drill all you want. You won’t reach the bottom of his Mariana devotion. When Al spoke the vow “I do,” he meant it.

So … Happy Birthday, Husband-Mine. You’re God’s gift to me. 

If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it.
1 Corinthians 12:26

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!
Philippians 4:4

Well done, good and faithful servant!
Matthew 25:21a