Once there was a little girl named Cheryl . . .
. . . and a little boy named Phillip.
Cheryl lived in Texas. Phillip lived in lots of places--Virginia, Malta, Maine, Nebraska--until one day, he too came to reside in the Lone Star State.
Cheryl & Phillip both loved playing the piano--so much so that they ended up majoring in music at the same school. When Cheryl was a freshman and Phil was a sophomore, they met and became friends.
Then they became more than friends. . .
. . . and the day came when they invited all their loved ones to come to a wedding! First was the rehearsal . . .
. . . then the wedding. Phew! We did it!
It was a grand day, with cake, punch, music . . .
. . . and lots of friends and family.
When the festivities were over, Cheryl and Phil made a quick getaway . . .
. . . and drove off to start their new life.
In time there was a baby . . .
. . . and another . . .
. . . and another.
Phil and Cheryl lived happily ever after, turning one year of marriage into five, ten, fifteen, twenty, and as of today, twenty-four.
Happy anniversary to the one and only love of my life, the one who completes my days, and without whom I can't imagine living. As we stand on the threshhold of the next twenty-five years, I can't wait to see what lies ahead.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you." (Jeremiah 29:11-12)