Dave turned 49 yesterday!
On March 23, 1959, a young girl gave birth to “baby boy Bigham” in Topeka, Kansas and gifted him to a large family where, at 5 days old, he was adopted and became “David Allen Rhoades.”
I hadn’t been born yet, but I am so thankful to God for the twists and turns and dead ends and interstate highways that brought him into my life so many years ago. With all my heart I believe God designed us for each other.
Yesterday I told him I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I think I would be just like Mary in “It’s a Wonderful Life,” who, when George Bailey had been granted the wish, via an angel, of seeing what life would have been like had he not been born – saw that the wife he’d known as beautiful and vibrant and loving and playful, without him was an old-maid-librarian, afraid of her shadow, afraid of him as he tried to approach her. So much of who I am is tied up in the love Dave has freely given me all our years.
So-I thank God for His wonderful plan, for including you in my life. But also, honey, I thank-you for choosing me above all others and for the times you have seen the best of the real me and coaxed it out of me. I am grateful you let me be the mother of your beautiful children and that you trusted me with your heart. You are ever and always my best friend, my lover, the one I desire. As we enter the second half of this marriage, your birthdays will continue to be “happy birthdays to me!”
I love you, Dave…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: Love him, cherish him, stay in his corner.
pictured: My oh-so-adorable husband as a baby; Dave at Bible College, where we fell in love; Dave-my-lover more recently.