Sweet talker, that guy!
9 years- just like that. All I did was blink.
It was 9 years of committed faithfulness- in mind, body, and soul.
It was Survivor reruns until 3 AM. (Can you believe that Russell??)
It was freezing my tail off in a hunting blind winter after winter.
It was him talking me through the same worries again... and again... and again.
It was walking through greater joys and deeper sorrows than we could've ever imagined.
It was learning to make chicken pot pie just almost like his momma does.
It was arriving home each day, taking off my shoes, and trying his on for size.
It was a thousand head rubs and "what do you need today?"
It was holding hands at the hospital through more deaths than births.
It was mountain-top vacations and the ordinary everyday.
It was asking God to write our story and not complaining when He does.
It was hard work that really wasn't that hard at all- because spending life with your best friend makes it a whole lot easier.
It was all of these and more, with mountains of grace. But it most certainly was not a blink.
Love you, buddy!