16 years ago today I was tricked into stopping by the Christmas light show at the Founders Inn. There I was met by a flash mob comprised of holiday-sweater-wearing college friends, my students and their parents, fellow church members, and my sister all belting out brand-new lyrics to The 12 Days of Christmas. On the “twelfth day” Adam burst from the cold December night through the double doors with much fanfare as he crooned, “Kerry, will you marry me?
I’m following his lead by sharing 12 ways my true love has made me very happy I said “yes” on that cold December night in 1996.
1. He balances the bank account. That task makes me want to poke out my eyeballs.
2. Instead of just plopping down to watch game after game of football, he asks me if there is anything else I would like for us to do together first. Even though I’m sure he’d like to watch more, he limits himself for my sake.
3. Hannah, Luke, and Levi. I hope they understand what a wonderful gift they have in their daddy.
4. That man has massaged my shoulders countless times to help relieve my migraines.
5. During “crunch time” (when I’m already frazzled and still have to make dinner) he saves my sanity by keeping the kids occupied.
6. When I was at my most vulnerable after several operations in one year, feeling so self-conscious about scars and what-not, he made me feel beautiful.
7. In that same year of physical challenges, he tended to me in ways that would make the faint of heart cringe and send many husbands running for the hills. He meant that promise, “in sickness and in health.”
8. He doesn’t have hobbies. I’ve encouraged him to try different things, but he always says he’d rather spend time with us. I can’t tell you how important that makes me feel.
9. He’s a really good forgiver. I give him lots of practice.
10. When my mom was dying I didn’t even have to ask if she could move in with us so we could help care for her. He just made plans to rearrange furniture because it was already in his heart to love her to her last breath.
11. Every morning he tip-toes around in the dark so that I can catch a few more winks of rest before we have breakfast together. I didn’t even ask him to do that.
12. This blog is the direct result of his encouragement. He wants me to grow in grace, so he shows me how that’s done and then gives me room to fail and succeed.
My dear Grizzly Adam, I could never deserve you, but my love for you deepens with each passing year.