30 years. I’m proud of us.
I’m Tony's biggest fan and best I can tell he is mine. I had no idea on August 14, 1988 what our story would look like 30 years down the road but I know today it is the accumulation of love, and acts of kindness and a whole lot of grace in the day to day. All of which is anchored deeply to our own abiding faith in a love greater than our own through Christ.
He makes life all together the most fun. He creates beautiful music as a soundtrack to our lives on the guitar, piano, banjo; he writes compelling stories and gives the most insightful sermons; he makes outdoor tables for gathering, and batches and batches of pickles and the fluffiest pancakes and crispiest Brussel sprouts. He’s edits my writing, listens and counsels and asks hard questions.
He deeply loves our boys and has entered their worlds exactly where they are at every age. He loves my family like they are his own. He repairs pretty much anything, folds the laundry, feeds the dog with a riddiculous amount of delight, and more often than not beats me at Boggle. He tackles the Paris Metro, knows the local traffic patterns inside and out and cares more than mormal for our neighborhood turkeys. He reads/listens to the various books and articles or podcasts I put in front of him, never says no to a day in Carmel or wine tasting or kayaking or to breakfast, lunch or dinner out and about.
I was not prepared for how much sweeter marriage would be 30 years in…Of course, our story is not without disappointment, heartache and sorrow and there still is work to do, but time and time again he has pointed me to God’s undeniable love and has helped me live the shalom life - a wholehearted, flourishing, authentic life and that is what I seek as we enter into the next season and whatever is ahead. Here we go!