At our family dinner two nights before our wedding Jim and I stood in front of our families while they asked us questions about how well we knew each other. I was flustered, as I often am when asked to do any sort of social interaction, so when Jim’s aunt said all they wanted to know was where I got my rose colored glasses I stood there thinking “What the heck are rose colored glasses? Clearly I don’t wear glasses.” I think what came out of my mouth was, “What the heck are rose colored glasses? Clearly I don’t wear glasses.” And, although I now can think clearly enough to realize an idiom when I hear one (most days anyways), my answer would still be “Clearly I don’t wear glasses.”
Jim is every bit as wonderful as he seems. He treats me like his Queen, he treats Cambry like his Princess. He fulfills his calling as a husband and father with a quiet righteousness and is constant in his care for us. He is truthful and faithful in everything that he does. He is selfless and loving. He has a gentle strength. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel loved. And I love him even more than a fat kid loves cake.
Happy birthday Jim. I love you.
