Three Years, Two Boys, One Wonderful Woman

It’s funny how things turn out isn’t it? I never dreamed in a million years I would be where I am today. As I write this on the eve of my wife’s and my three year anniversary (wedding anniversary because she celebrates all kinds of anniversaries), my wife sits in the NICU with our two tiny boys while I am at home miles away. Twin boys born a few weeks early; my own flesh and blood. It is surely a remarkable thing. Remarkable because I am responsible for these two people and remarkable because they are actually here and doing so well. It pains me to be away from them and from her, but I find comfort in that they are in good hands tonight and in that the Lord above hears my prayers for them all.

Becoming a father has surely taught me the power of prayer not yet seen by me before. Not only my own prayers but hundreds of others who say they have been praying for them. If not for this extraordinary power, I truly believe our precious boys would not be here. Thank you all for remembering them in your prayers.

These last few months have been, to say the least, a bit bumpy. Near the end of her pregnancy, Amy was driving an hour and half one way twice a week and it seemed every time she went, there was something new to worry about. The delivery was somewhat of a whirlwind, an emotional whirlwind, and our boys have been in the NICU ever since. Not your idea of picture a perfect pregnancy, delivery, and… homecoming, which we are ever so ready for. Despite it all she has been courageous. I have seen here cry for our boys, and I have seen her glow with joy as she holds Eli and Landon close to her.

Three years is really a short time. It’s amazing to me how much love can grow in three years. I am blessed to married to a woman with such a beautiful heart and wonderful spirit. These three years have been my best and I can’t remember a time when I have been more happy. Thank you… thank you my sweet Amy. Happy anniversary.