34 Best Years - Life At Its Finest

We now interrupt my normal boring blog for a tribute to my amazing wife of 34 years. She must be a really patient woman! I have no idea why she chose to become stuck with me, but it is clear that she's far too good for the likes of me. (Just now she walked by and saw what I'm writing and said that it's the other way around, but I know better.)

We celebrated our anniversary yesterday and the day before, with an outing that included a nice dinner, a Shakespeare play (The Tempest),


and a short visit to Zion National Park.

Here she is stretching her back before we went into the play, so that she would be able to sit through it without hurting.

Here is what she was looking at while she stretched.

But from my point of view, the important thing was not where we went or what we saw, but that I got to spend a couple of days away from the routine with the best travel companion imaginable.

I thought that I was completely and totally in love when we first married. And I was, I suppose. But the years and the good times and the hard times and the service to one another have broadened and deepened that love til it is many times what it was then.

I am so very glad that the Lord gave us to one another. We must have been created for one another - that's what it feels like. Except for the salvation provided by Christ's atonement, God has given me no finer gift than the privilege of life with her.