|40 years is something to crow about!|
Forty years, for crying out loud. Nearly a lifetime. Where did the years go?
At the tender age of eighteen, I was practically a child bride on that sweltering day in July of 1972. My groom was twenty-three. It seemed fitting that he played softball for a college recreational team dubbed "The Craddle Robbers."
Yes, I know. They meant to write Cradle, but being the serious young intellectuals they were, the guys had some team shirts printed up and played their games with Craddle proudly emblazoned on their chests. They never knew.
|July 29, 1972|
Somewhere before the house was finished, God began a new kind of building. Before we actually moved out of our 10 by 50 foot, lavender and white trailer house, Aaron and I gave our lives to Christ.
In 1982, God called me to homeschool our children. What a looney, amazing, blessed decision! In the beginning I confess I was tiffed at God for putting something so hard on me when I had enough to do just getting through a day with a big family. It didn't take long, though, before I was hooked on phonics and learning with my own children as I grew up with them.
|This HAS to be the nineties. Look at those clothes.|
Aaron supported me through twenty-four years of homeschooling, graduating all five children by 2006.
|Our eldest daughter's wedding in 1995|
We spent our honeymoon in July of 1972 in Canada. Ironically, we never returned to Canada until July of 1997, when our middle son, Kevin, suffered a spinal cord injury in Lethbridge and was airlifted to Calgary.
|Twenty-five years of marriage, 1997. Photo courtesy Saborah Studios|
|The family gathered in 2006 for the graduation of our youngest daughter, Grace from homeschool|
Thankfully, Vanessa's birth in 2000 was a much happier occasion. She was also born in Brazil, though, so she was older before Aaron and I got to meet her.
In 2008, our eldest son married a wonderful young woman named Rachel. She has been a joy and blessing!
|The family together in 2010|
The fifteen years since that awful silver anniversary have been amazingly short. They have been filled with the worst kind of heartache and the best kind of God's comfort as we walk through a long night together and await the dawn.
There has been much loss. But I realize that there has been much greater gain. The smaller and weaker we have felt, the more we have leaned on the power and grace of our God. He has brought us through places I can't even talk about, much less could have conquered on my own.
There is no one I would have rather walked through this world with than my wonderful "craddle" robber. He has been my protector, deep love, and friend for all these years. Here's to the next forty!
|Our favorite place is the coast. Any coast.|