Today is Valentine’s Day. In honor of my “Valentine,” I’m reposting an article that I wrote about the greatest fight of my husband’s life.
What does that have to do with missions you may ask? Everything! There’s nothing like thirty years of labor on a foreign field to stretch a marriage to the max! Fiery trials have a way of bringing couples quickly to the breaking point (or at least what seems like it.) Sicknesses, danger, and near-death experiences have oddly driven us together, rather than apart, and I’m thankful to be typing these words to the tune of a more than happy marriage.
The other day Prit asked me, “Would you do it all again?” I said, “Yes, but I’d make a lot of changes!” But what wife or husband wouldn’t? Neither marriage nor bringing up kids begins with a trial run and neither one comes with a “how-to” manual. Nevertheless, I am one of the fortunate ones who has a husband that treats me like like a queen and tells me “I love you” several times a day. Our kids roll their eyes at our sappy love for one another. They secretly like it, though, though they would never admit it.
So, here’s my Valentine gift to you, honey. I’m so glad you made it through the storm of 2010! I only wish others could be as fortunate as we are!