50 yrs ago this morning after my wife fixed breakfast she stood beside my chair for prayer. Before thanking God for the meal – or after, I don’t recall – I put my left arm around her waist and asked, “How does it feel to be a quarter-of-a-century old?” (She’d been a high school sophomore but I only a freshman when we met.) This morning she stood beside the same chair (or 1 of the 4 four-rung-ladder-backs we bought ‘63-‘64) and I asked “How does it feel to be three-quarter-of-a century old?” HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the wonderful, talented, loving girl, young lady, middle-aged now older lady I’ve been privileged to call my wife. Love YOU so much!
– eab, 7/10/17
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