Happy Birthday, Lyle!
He was barely 18 the first time I noticed him. He was sitting behind the wheel of his dad’s car. Not going anywhere. Just sitting there.
“I bet that guy likes to drive,” I thought.
I was right.
I had no way of knowing, that long ago summer, how many thousands of miles I would occupy the passenger seat beside him. He never wants me to do the driving. Just keep him company, he says.
He rarely has much to say, but he’s happy to listen to me ramble on about anything and everything.
I love spending time with him.
He works hard to provide for his family. It hasn’t always been easy.
In fact, it’s rarely been easy.
He makes me proud to be his wife every day.
Most men will proclaim every one his own goodness:
but a faithful man who can find?
The just man walketh in his integrity:
his children are blessed after him.
Proverbs 20:6-7
{Photo credits Dori Overman, Karla Cook, Jerry Esparza.}
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3 Comments
A Romantic Porch
I think I remember when you first saw him. Hope his day was wonderful!
KarlaCook
It was at the campground at General Convention in Wichita, so you probably do remember! He and his dad were in the camper next to ours. I didn’t meet him then, and he doesn’t remember that we were the ones staying next to them, but he does remember sitting in the car there. LOL!
pse
Glad he is ours!