I recognize that whatever words I choose today will not be enough. I understand that any description I can offer will fall painstakingly short. I accept that my mind is too feeble, my intelligence too limited, to accurately describe the way I feel at this moment and the moments to come. I simply cannot offer the justice it deserves.
Thirteen years ago today, I married my better half (really three-quarters). We were an unlikely pair, with different backgrounds and experiences, possessing just enough sense to appreciate that we were better together than apart. Never could I have imagined how the love I felt on my wedding day would cultivate exponentially, each day exceeding the one previous. I didn’t know that I could love someone else with a selflessness and intensity that surprised me then and continues to amaze me even now.
John, I am overcome with gratitude that God blessed me with you. Your love for Him is reflected in everything you do, from your love and devotion as a husband and father, to your kindness and compassion as a physician and friend.
The world is a better place simply because you are in it. You are my joy.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (1 Corinthians 13:4-7)