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“Wo ai ni!” “Ich liebe sie.” “Chanrack-koon…” “J’etame et l’adore, ma belle…”

 

“I love you.”                                                                                                                                  

 

I can say it in five languages. I can say it in infinite ways. But, my heart wells and gushes over when I say it to one person in particular. For over two years, now, I’ve held close the one person in this world who can affect me the way she does – Carrie Michelle Wiley.

 

I can remember meeting Carrie in college, when she was dating one of my best friends. I can remember attempting to teach her why cigars were such an important part of our lives in our “Tuesday Night Theology Group.” I can remember throwing the rugby ball around with her at the park, shortly before being kicked out by a nice, yet stern, police officer. I can remember sitting in Capitol Park, in Sacramento, CA, amidst the dappled trees and cool Autumn afternoon, and realizing, “I am so completely in love with Carrie. She is the one I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with. Whoa… that’s heavy.”

 

Instead of picking just one memory. I want to talk about several.

 

The first is when I first got home from California, and Carrie asked me, very directly, if God had said anything to me while I was there. When I responded with, “Yeah…” she proceeded to pull out of me what had been revealed to me in the park. With that first “I love you.” an incredible blending of two lives began.

 

The second memory is the look in Carrie’s eyes when I know that she’s truly happy. Even in the short amount of time we’ve been married, we’ve experienced some hardships and heartaches… the kind that pull you down on your knees to ask God “Why?” and beg for strength. I don’t like the pictures from that time in our lives because there was a deep saddness in both of our eyes. But, what makes looking at those pictures worth it is how you can compare them to now, or before November of 2006, and see the incredible spark in Carrie’s eyes. Thoughts of motherhood, being a wife, love, whatever they are… something kindles an incredibly rich beauty in the eyes of my beloved. When I see those eyes, in my pictures, in my dreams, and as I hold her close, my heart melts and I weep with joy for how good God is.

 

Last, I love how wonderful a mother Carrie is. To see her interact with and love on our daughter makes me internally leap and dance, and tell her once again how much I love her. I know that my love will grow and grow as Laura Kate grows and we add more little ones to our family, but my love will grow most for the one who is my teammate, confidant, and lover, Carrie.

 

It is my joy, as a husband, to get to serve, lead, and love someone as amazing as my wife.

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