Happy.

From day one she made me happy. Yes, there were the shallow reasons—the smile, the dimples and the attitude. But there was something deeper at work from the start. I sensed it but wasn’t smart enough to analyze, just smart enough to leave it be and see if it stuck.

It did.

She continued to make me happy. Happy she noticed me. Happy she said yes. Happy she agreed we were worth fighting for. Happy she thought having three kids was a great idea. And that deep something that started small took over and burrowed to levels that I could not have imagined.

Yes it did.

Today we celebrate thirty years of marriage.  Today I celebrate thirty years and eleven months of happy. Deep, God-given, inspiring happy.

Happy.