In what is going to be a multi-part series I’m thankful for my wife. When we first met it was at youth group. We were both pretty certain the other one was a dork. Some months later we met again and the experience was different. I didn’t have my drivers license so Jessica, who was younger, picked me up with our mutual friend Glorie and they drove me to youth group. Some time later I was in a band with some friends – we were called Wick – and Jessica and Glorie were our groupies. As I understand it they had it for our bass player, but after he broke up with Jessica I moved in to try to become her beau.
Jessica was smart, pretty, she laughed at my jokes (which I am sure were even more corny than they are now) and most importantly she loved the Lord. Her younger brother and my brother spent a little time together but despite that they grew apart and Jessica and I grew together.
My dad had always told me that if I kissed a girl I should do so with commitment so as to not rip my heart out a hundred times. So when Jessica and I kissed I knew I had a serious commitment to make. I had to be committed to her more than just a little bit. Not just boyfriend and girlfriend for 2 weeks.
I wasn’t ready to marry her that night [we were way under-age] and it took me a while to get up the nerve and plan to ask once we were of age, but I’m grateful for her maintaining those same qualities all these years. I tell my girls that we’re raising them up to be like their mom**. I hope they know how cool I think that is as a goal.
** they need to have their own personalities and not be just cookie cutter kids – but she’s a great gal and worth trying to emulate in many ways.