Here’s my future wife and me in 1970. We were both 20 years old. We had met 5 years earlier. We had no idea of course of what our future was, but we were madly in love. I had not yet proposed to her here, but we both knew where we were headed. We married in ’72.
My wife and family in 1980, 30 years old. We got busy right away after getting married, and had our two kids early as part of the big plan.
1990 and 40 years old and rollin’ right along. Our kids were now 17 and 13.
2000, and now we were 50 years old. Here, a sudden career move forced us over 4 hours away from our now grown kids and families. For one year, I lived alone while my wife prepared for the move. I remember tears streaming down my face as I pulled away from my family waving goodbye to me. It was a leap of faith that returned great rewards.
2010, both almost 60 years old now, and we were driving home usually once a month to see our family who were anxiously awaiting our promised return some day. The demands of work and long hours help to pack some excess weight on me.
2020, 70 years old, retired and now back home with our kids and grandchildren. We we’re happy to be back home for good, and reconnecting with all of our teenage haunts again, like our old favorite restaurant . Retirement, I believe is the ultimate return for putting everything you had into your career. Now I’m just loving life along with my wingman who has been there with me every step of the way.
Life well lived. Surely they remained steadfast in God. You never go astray with God in your life. Amen