She said, “I’d love to be ten again.”
On the morning of her birthday, he got her up bright and early and they went to a theme park. He put her on every ride in the park – the Death Slide, The Screaming Loop, the Wall of Fear. She had a go on every ride there was.
She staggered out of the theme park five hours later, her head reeling and her stomach turning. Then they were off to a movie theater where they ate popcorn and sweets and drank Cola. At last, she staggered home with her husband and collapsed into bed.
Her husband leaned over and asked, “Well, dear, what was it like being ten again?”
One eye opened as she groaned, “Actually, honey, I meant dress size!”
This story points to the fact that we men sometimes just don’t understand what our wives need or really want. But, at least, the poor guy remembered his wife’s birthday.
Someone asked, “What’s the easiest way to remember your wife’s birthday?”
Answer: “Forget it once.”
It is said that a wise man “remembers his wife’s birthday, but forgets her age!”
In that spirit, I want to get the day off to a good start by using today’s post to wish my wife, Norma Jean, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Those of you who know my wife, know what a special lady she is.
She’s kind. Compassionate. Considerate. Sensitive. And thoughtful. She’s others-focused. Always caring. Ever serving. And unselfishly giving.
I know some of my preaching colleagues might take exception to this, but Norma Jean is undoubtedly the best preacher’s wife in the brotherhood.
She is my partner in ministry. She constantly writes notes, send cards or emails to encourage others. She makes calls to check up on those with special needs or, just to share a kind word with a friend.
Norma Jean is a fantastic cook. She extends hospitality freely and graciously. Our home is open for potlucks, group meetings, teen devotions and visiting preachers.
She dutifully folds bulletins. Proofs my blog and Bible class materials. Arrives early at every service, and stays late. Greets visitors. Holds the babies. Pays special attention to the elderly. And shares a warm hug for all.
She’s my best supporter. My #1 cheerleader. And kindest, gentlest critic when needed. She reminds me when I forget. Applauds me when I succeed. And encourages me when I get discouraged. And trusts me to lead.
She’s been a faithful and loving mother to our son, Kenny, and to our daughter, Rachél. And has extended that same love to their spouses, April and Jared. Now, she’s enjoying and embracing the role of a doting Grammy loving and spoiling our two young grandsons, Roy and Miles.
I thank God for my sweet, loving wife. She’s more than I deserve
I love you, Sweetie.
Happy Birthday, Baby!
–Ken Weliever, The Preacherman