Sweet Sixteen

To my own Computer Guy,
This morning around 2-ish as I walked and sang to our sweet #7, I stopped a moment to look at the picture from our wedding which sits in the dining room. Have you looked at that picture lately? Did you see how young we were? We were just babies!

Sixteen years ago today.

As I stood there staring at our shining young faces I could vividly remember that exact moment. Standing in front of the altar, my hand in yours, as we said our vows. Your big hands completely covered mine. Your voice trembled with nerves and emotions. I tried to remember how to breathe.

I had no idea on that day just how often I’d be holding your hands. In labor with our babies as I tried to squeeze the pain away, it was only your touch which soothed the hurt and brought me calm. In joy and elation as we watched those babies be baptized, only letting go long enough for us to each trace a cross on their tiny foreheads. In pain and sorrow, there was always comfort in your sure and steady touch, my port of calm in any storm. In quiet companionship as we just curl up together.

It is your hands which have cradled our babies and caressed my cheek. They wipe away tears, soothe feverish bodies, and hold sick children close. It is your hands which work to provide for our family all of the things we need and quite a few of the things that we simply wish to have.

It is your hands which I have held onto as we’ve weathered the trials and excitements of the past sixteen years, and your hands I still hope to be holding for many years to come.

There are many gifts for which I thanks God daily, but none so often as being the Computer Guy’s wife.

All my love, today and always.