Today is my wife’s birthday. I still have not gotten used to saying, “my wife” in conversation. It sounds weird but I’m sure it will sound normal at some point.
I remember sitting at Bonefish Grill in Murfreesboro about a year and a half ago having a conversation with my dad about Morgan. He asked me how serious things were and my answer surprised myself.
“I know I want to marry her, but engagement rings are expensive and it seems really soon to get engaged.” My dad was not surprised. He told me he waited too long to get married to my Mom and if he had it to do over again they would have gotten married sooner. That was all the encouragement I needed.
I remember after our conversation driving back home and thinking to myself he was exactly right. Since that time it has been a wonderful blur of an engagement, wedding, honeymoon, and early married life.
I took this picture about 10 minutes after our wedding ceremony. I’m not exactly sure why I took it but I remember being blown away by how beautiful she looked.
I knew the indelible image of her would never leave my mind but instinct took over and I took a picture because it’s what you do when you see something amazing you don’t want to forget.
One of the best qualities about Morgan is her work ethic. Each day she pushes me to work harder. Most people would be blown away to see the hours she works and the lack of free time she has. She doesn’t brag about it or complain she gets up and does it again day after day. The display of stamina pushes me to work harder and bring my best everyday like she does.
The hardest part for me is falling short. I would like to think I will come home everyday form work and be in a great mood but that isn’t realistic. I wish I could immediately take back things I say when I’m tired and I’m short with her but I can’t. I’m so grateful she doesn’t hold these things against me.
Earlier this month my aunt passed away and my uncle spoke at her funeral. I cannot fathom taking on such a task but what he said really stuck with me. He talked about how Cynthia helped him become the man that he needed to be. That was not the man that he thought he should become, but rather the man that God created him to become.
I have thought about that for the past few weeks and I feel the exact same way. Each day that passes I get a new understanding of it. Each day I can tell I’m truly turning into a man, and not the man I had pictured in my mind, but the man that God has called me to be. Morgan has helped me through that and helps mold me into a better person day after day.
It doesn’t matter if we are sitting near the ocean in Jamaica eating world class food watching the sunset or sitting at our kitchen table in Nashville eating frozen pizza, I’m so blessed to experience life with her.
I know as the years go by we will experience incredible highs and devastating lows but there is nobody I would rather go through those experiences with than her.
Morgan, I love you more and more every single day and I hope to spend countless more birthdays with you.