I don't regret being a kid and marrying you... It only means I get the privilege of growing up with you.
I don't regret the early years, the days of finding our ebb and flow, the days of learning to repent and restore all the broken little pieces that come when two sinners try to build a life together.
I don't regret all the loss; my mom to cancer; our boys, simply because the Lord said it was to be so. I don't regret all the surrender of that season, it only meant that the Lord was growing you from the boy I married into the man I love. It built trust and respect and made me brave in ways I never could have imagined.
I don't regret leaving my childhood home with you and the kids by my side and buying this one hundred-year-old wonderland in the middle of nowhere. Our kids couldn't grow up in a more fabulous adventure.
I don't regret the the times we've disagreed, the times we've pressed through, the days we've seemed to have lost our way... they've all brought me to my knees and taught me to seek the Lord about you and I and the way that He's called us to love one another.
I don't regret the days we've wasted laughing on the front porch when we should have been doing chores.
I don't regret that we've spent our savings on making memories and adventures rather than fixing up that nasty old farmhouse bathroom of ours. I love your time more than fancy fixtures.
I don't regret mistakes made... they've only made me like you more.
I don't regret the good, the bad, the ugly or the beautiful.
I don't regret a single day that my heart has loved you.
Happy Birthday man of mine...
Each year another reminder that I get the privilege of growing old with you. :)
