Ancient History Fresh in My Mind

The day that I began embarking on a relationship with my wife now feels like ancient history.  Of course, it really isn’t all that ancient.  Heck, it was about 8 years ago.  That may be the reason that it still feels so fresh in my mind.

I still remember my desire being to keep in touch with a college friend.  But this girl kept calling me back and our phone conversations (we could only call since we lived 4 hours apart) got longer and more personal.  One day, she sends me a book that I thought about not reading until I showed it to my parents.  They were fans of the author and they urged me to read it.  So, I did.  I read it pretty fast actually and that surprised the young lady.  We discussed it and I think that’s around the time that we became more intrigued with one another as potential “loves.”  Before she sent me this book, we were friends who had plans that did not involve each other.  My, my, my, how things change.

I still think about how our relationship began.  I still think about how many times I (or we) came close to ending it.  I am glad that it did not happen.  She is the best thing that ever happened to me.  One day, I will tell my son: “In college, I didn’t even think of your mom as cute.  Then, after college, she sent me a book, talked to me on the phone, and I realized that she was the most gorgeous girl that I had ever seen.”

Our dating and engagement, our wedding day and, now, the birth of our son, is all history and will one day be ancient history.  Well, ancient to me, but maybe not others.  But I hope to remember this history as a reminder of how much my wife meant to me then and how much she means to me now and how much I hope that she will mean to me in years to come.  I do not need anybody else.  Her smile is enough.  Her cooking is enough.  Her beauty, her friendship, and her love is more than enough.  Her godliness is out of sight.  It encourages me to grow more in my Christian faith that I may be all the more of a blessing to her as her husband.

It seems to me that (if remembered) Ancient history leaves quite an indelible mark on the present.