My beautiful wife, the love of my life, turns thirty today. She may not be extremely happy about me sharing the fact publicly. On the other hand, it’s hardly a secret. But the way I look at it, it’s a good thing. Here’s why:
Life doesn’t end at thirty. No, seriously. I was happy in my teens, even happier in my twenties, and am no less happy in my thirties. Sure, life is different, but no less abundantly blessed. I will do my best to make this feeling contagious.
The best is yet to come. Jesus began his ministry at thirty. Sure, Mark Zuckerberg was a billionaire at twenty-three, but for most people life has just started at that point. I for one am positive that even greater things are in store for Katrine in the coming years, and quite convinced that she will carry her newly entered decade gracefully.
Time draws us closer. Katrine is now 30 years old, and I have known her for roughly a third of those. Out of that, we have been together for five years and seven months, or 18.6 percent of her life. The good thing is, that as time goes by, that number will only increase. Purely by math, we are becoming a greater part of each other’s lives by the day. If it were possible, I would love to reach 100%, but even so every increase is cause for celebration.
Bottom line is, the girl I fell in love with seven years ago is gradually becoming more and more woman, but certainly no less lovely for that. Today may mark the turning of a corner, but the road ahead is long and interesting. Happy Birthday!