On a snowy December 18, 1982 I married my best friend in the whole world. I don’t remember much about that day, except being with her and the excitement of beginning our adventure together. Some days I still can’t figure out why she agreed to this life with me, but I don’t question it. I’m just thankful. And I do my best to be the best I can be for her.
Debbie is the best manifestation of the goodness of God I’ve ever experienced. She’s amazing.
I swear she’s like Mary Poppins or something (practically perfect in every way.) She carries a big purse – kinda like the famous carpet bag in the movie. I admit, I’ve never seen her pull a floor lamp out of her purse… but then again, I’ve never asked her for one, either. I seriously don’t know how she does all she does as well as she does it. Ask our kids. Ask our friends… Mary Poppins, I tell you.
Every year that goes by, I become more thankful for a most amazing mate. I love her more than I can say. I keep trying, though.
29 years has flown by. I’m not sure where they all went, but I’m grateful for every one of them together with her. I really like this adventure with her. A lot.
I love you, Debbie Allen.
You are the best!