Wholly Dependent

Dear Daughters,

Your mom and I love watching romantic comedies. It’s one of our few vices and what some folks would consider a “time-wasting” past time. Never-the-less, through the years we’ve connected through the music, our favorite scenes, or by traveling to places like Paris and New York to live out our own version of our favorite on-screen scenes.

But no matter what, whether it be me proposing to your mom in a horse-drawn carriage in Central Park or renewing our vows during some enchanted evening against the backdrop of a South Pacific sunset…the moments in between those adventures is what continues to take my breath away.

As I sit on my flight and listen to, “The Wee Small Hours of the Morning”, I can’t help but remember back to when your mom and I were dating.  Like the song, I remember lying awake at night…and that’s when I missed her most of all.

Funny how some things never change.  After nearly sixteen years together, we still love the same old movies, and I still try to keep her up at night to keep my restless self company.

Thankfully, no matter how impossible, or how spectacular a love story is written for people to watch on the screen, always know that I’ve known no greater love than the one God provided through his Son.

It’s my hope and my prayer that as the two of you watch love unfold in your life, that your mom and I serve as a proper template of real love between a man and a woman.  The type of love that does not boast, does not envy, does not keep track of wrongs, and always forgives.

1 Corinthians 13:4

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.  It does not insist on it’s own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but it rejoices with the truth.  Love bears all things, hopes all things, endures all things.