When Joyce and I first met we fell for each other like a ton of bricks. We were really too young to be truly in love, but we went full speed ahead and Christ entered our life and fifty two years later we are still together, soon married forty nine. And even though we get seriously mad at each other, we manage to madly love each other. Strange mixture, but then that’s sort of how we started.
As you can tell by the picture she is as gorgeous as ever today on her I better not say how many birthdays. I am the embodiment of what E.W. Howe said a married man should be..
“A man should be taller, older, heavier, uglier, and hoarser than his wife.”
A friend asked her the secret of her youth to which she answered, “I captured Larry when I was young and just relaxed about it.”
Good women seem to figure out their man pretty quick and wise ones keep his buttons pushed and an ever so long list of things he simply must do, because mother is coming, the evangelist is spending some time with us, and as the years go by, “Larry we cannot let the grandchildren see the place like this.”
When I was young my theme was from a song of those days, “I was born to wander and I was born to roam.” Settling in was hard for me, but with Jesus and a look that reminded me that Joyce was a markswomen with a loaded pistol got through to me. Being a sharpshooter makes a good woman a better one. You should hear her pray. When she is praying and fondling a pistol, you should hear me pray.
Happy Birthday, Gorgeous.
Copyright © 2013 Larry Lilly