My baby is forty one. I'm not talking about an antique car or a family heirloom. I'm talking about my better half.
Angie turned 41 years old this Sunday and she is every bit a fine wine, getting better with age.
It is amazing to see someone just blossom more and more as time goes by. When we met more than nine years ago, we were both very different people. I don't think she'd mind me saying that we were both very broken people that came together in their brokenness.
The good Lord has seen to it, in His infinite wisdom, to allow us to grow, heal wounds, and to become tremendous complements to each other. She is relational and intuitive about other people. I am not. I am more disciplined and organized. She isn't. I may be more intellectual, but she is more emotional. In every way we are different - save one.
Our love. Our love for each other, for our children, and for our God. We may be very different people, but in these three areas, we are the same.
Especially, because she keeps getting better with age.
I just keep getting bigger.
Happy Birthday, baby...