"I'd Rather Go with You"

For my husband's birthday, I wanted to get him tickets to see an OKC Thunder game. He loves the Thunder.

"Babe, I want to get you Thunder tickets for your birthday."

"Cool!" he said. (And this is a BIG DEAL because my husband is very difficult to buy for.)

"So which game would you like to attend? And who would you like to take with you?" It was not a loaded question. I would buy him whatever he requested.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I mentioned a couple of his buddies who might like to go with him.

"I want to go with you," he said.

"You sure?" I asked.

He looked at me squarely in the eyes, "Well, yeah. I'd rather go with you."

I stood there, I must admit, a bit stunned. He wanted to take me.

After four years of marriage...he still wanted to take me.

Even now, something within me rejoices at that statement. And I am reminded of how GRATEFUL I am to be married to someone who is my best friend, my boyfriend, my husband--all in one.

I pray for Sissy's mate. That she will wait for the Right One. The One He has for her. Because it's going to knock her socks off. Like this does.

I love you, Stephen. I love you so much.