On this date (and in fact, right around this time) back in 1983, my father turned to me as we stood at the back of the church and said, "Are you sure you want to do this? Say the word, honey, and we're out the door. It's not too late."
I said, "I love you too, Daddy. Yes, I'm sure."
Twenty two years later, I'm still thinking that was a pretty good choice.
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A mere twenty-two years? Pfaugh — wait till you’ve reached twenty-three!
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Seems that you both made darn good choices that day.
Congratulations, and best wishes for many more.
Congratulations... and here I am getting excited about number seven in August...
grace and peace
Many years!
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