Lucky Number Seven

Seven years ago I married the man of my dreams. As we begin our eighth August together, I have a confession to make.

I have been impatient. I have been mean. I have been envious, I have boasted, and I have been prideful. Rude? Oh yes. And self-seeking too. I have been angry without reason and I have kept a scorecard of rights and wrongs. I have delighted in the wrong things and haven’t rejoiced as often as I should have. I have failed to always protect, to always trust, to always hope, to always persevere.

And yet…

Love still has not failed.


I am blessed beyond reason, beyond understanding, beyond what I deserve.

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