“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine…”

Today I want to tell you about this kid right here (the boy at the microphone participating in a spelling bee.):

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This picture was taken in 1982.

This is Chad.

My husband.

Today is his birthday.

And he’s one of the kindest, sweetest, caring men I’ve ever known.

And I prayed for him, years before we met. Even before I knew his name.

That God would strengthen him and help him grow to love Jesus. 

That Jesus would comfort him when he was sad or lonely. 

I prayed that’d he’d not see me as a burden. 

We met in 2008. And right away I knew he loved Jesus. 

I also knew he’d not see me as burden as he intently watched my driver put my wheelchair in the back of the car on our first date. 

That was 10 and a half years ago. 

And I can say that every day since, this journey that I am on with Chad has been the most thrilling, scary, silly, funny, and rewarding experience of my life. 

I can’t wait for the next 50. 

Happy birthday, m’love.

I love you more.

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39 is the New 80: Part Deux……

Several weeks ago I wrote about my latest health issue and the subsequent doctor recommended course of treatment-more protein every day. I started taking BOOST nutritional drink, but was concerned about the sugar content. So I began searching for an alternative.

Last night Chad brought home a box of protein bars. The Pure Protein brand in chocolate deluxe. Which looked deceptively delicious like a normal candy bar.

It was a bar covered in chocolate. What else was I supposed to think?

As soon as I took a bite, a sense of hollow sadness came over me to the point where for a moment I questioned if Jesus really loved me (which is awkward because I’ve already begun decorating the house in anticipation of celebrating His birth. In November. Don’t come for me 😛 ).

It was so bad that after I swallowed the last bite, I had to go into the refrigerator and squirt the rest of the can of whipped cream in my mouth to get rid of the after taste. (To be fair I would have done this anyway. First off its whipped cream and delicious. Secondly, it had been in the fridge for a week and had to be eaten or it would have gone sour and that’s just a tragedy waiting to happen. So in a way I was being responsible.) 

Texture wise it was like eating sawdust with a tiny bit of bitter chocolate flavoring mixed in. 

So my search for a yummy protein bar that’s low in sugar continues. 

Stay tuned! 

PS: Jesus will love you no matter how bad your protein bar tastes. 😉