When I was married almost 19 years ago on March 31, 1995, I thought I was already complete and that by getting married I would make Tammy more complete , because I was so charming :). No, that's not completely true. I wasn't charming, but I did think I was complete. I couldn't have been more wrong.
Don't misunderstand me. I was a fine catch . . . College football player. College track runner, teacher, coach, Sunday school teacher, and Isuzu Trooper owner. The trooper has a story all it's own. But those things were about what I had done or accomplished, not about who I was or who I was to become.
This post is not about my parents, so you will not here much about them, but they created the foundation of the Christian man that Tammy would later mold into her own image, which I have come to appreciate and admire.
Tammy has the unique talent to be right about everything. You may be thinking that your wife or girlfriend thinks they are always right and I suggest that you continue to support their belief as your life will flow much more easily. In my case, it is true. Tammy is right. I don't know how she does it but she does. It has to do with her quiet strength and caring spirit and her intense and organized appeal. It is what drew me to her so long ago and what makes want to be the best person I can be for her.
I can't do justice to her in a simple post, but I can give you this to support my claim. When we are driving and I think we should turn left and she says we should turn right, I turn right and without exception, it is the correct move. No lie. I still have the male brain, so I have to argue my point , but I know deep down that she is right and I will be following her lead.
So, what is my point of this post? My point is that when I think that I am "complete" or "right" or "done growing", I have the truly "Better Half" to help me remember that every day is a new day and I can be a better person because I "get to" reflect about who I am and what I do.
Tammy! I love you and wouldn't be the person I am today without you. Miss you.
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