A letter from your wife on your 59th birthday-
Almost 15 years ago, when we first came to be- we were held together by letters, and phone calls, airplanes and partings. My dream for us then, was to spend our future together, side by side, being together each day and night.
You made it happen , you moved across the country, and began your business again focused and aggressive, You were determined- and most people don’t know how hard you worked and how dedicated you are.
We were married finally, in
You were 50 when our first daughter was born, yet you were youthful in your joy. The weeks I spent in the hospital before, when you came to visit me early each morning, and came back to kiss me goodnight at the end of each day. And when she was born, you stayed with us, like any new young father, sleeping in the bedside chair the first few nights, changing her diaper, tending to her needs. She was a preemie when we brought her home, and yet you held her without fear, gathering her up in your large hands and holding her to your chest , she was precious to you , your firstborn and you never wanted to put her down.
And when Zoe was born two years later, again with the unexpected , urgent arrival-there wasn’t anything you feared. You were there through all of it- standing with the surgeons, sleeping in the too small chair, tending to her newborn needs, rushing home to scoop Olivia into your arms and assure her that Mommy would be home soon. You told me I was brave, yet other fathers may have stepped back, and not been so close.
You live your life with the best of priorities. Placing your family first and trusting others to do what is right- and even when others disappoint you- you persevere, believing that God is keeping a place for you, understanding why you do what you do. His priorities that you follow, in business and life.
And through our challenges with first Zoe’s diagnosis and then Olivia’s – you have stayed strong. Always present, offering to do more- wanting to do more than either of us can. You celebrate their victories, and move past the moments of grief. You don’t run from the hard stuff, or even try to escape the difficult times. You remain committed and strong- encouraging me when I most need it.
And each day, we depend on you. Your arrival home , still greatly anticipated. You end your day early to spend time with your family- and the girls watch the clock, eager to greet you with excited smiles and stories of your day. The dogs leap with happinessat your arrival. And I take a breath , finally at peace , knowing that with you by my side, you and me against the world- we can do anything. I am grateful for all of your 59 years, these life experiences that have made you YOU. Happy 59th!.