This may be longer than a 3 part series.

{And all the Baptist gasped}

This isn’t easy to write. Mainly because (with the exception of Jesus) no one knows what the future looks like. I once wanted to know what my future looked like but decided against it when the only fortune teller in town lost her home in a fire. She was in the paper all upset and seemed SURPRISED by this event. I knew then I could never go to a fortune teller.

ANYWAY– I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I know WHO holds it. {Can I get an Amen on that?!} I know that if you use science, history, scientific history, historic science (i’m running out of ways to put those words together) one would come to the conclusion that my husband will go to Heaven before me. I’m 31 (and a half) and he is 54. It’s just more likely. How many times do I have to say I KNOW anything can happen– because it’s true. But go with me on this historical scientifical knowledge for a moment.

According to (don’t know if it is reputable– I had never heard of it), a white man born in the 60’s {groovy} is expected to live 68 years. I’m thinking that’s not a very accurate assessment. I am going to change that number to 78. (My husband deserves 10 more years). If he is 78 years old, then I am (hang on…) that makes me 56. (yes I had to use a calculator. i’m tired)

So Jere is 78 and I lay him to rest. I am 56 and still kicking.

Do you really not see where I am going with this???

We get the nasty looks, the dirty comments, the random high 5’s from men my husband doesn’t know (pervs) and i’ve heard it all. Here is what people do not get…to love an older man is also sacrificial. {Don’t lose me yet. I am going to post all of the bad qualities of being married to a younger women too}

I gave up a 50th Wedding Anniversary. I may have given up a 25th anniversary. I gave up rocking chairs on the front porch when we are in our 80’s. I gave up “The Notebook” way to go… cuddled up in bed. I gave up extending my family. I worry for my husband (since worry isn’t in his vocabulary– someone has to do the worrying) about things like colon checks, blood pressure and cholesterol.

BUT WHAT I GAINED!!! Wow– what I gained is this: Love. True, uninhibited, un(most of the time)complicated, love.

To quote Shelby from “Steel Magnolias”– I’d rather have 30 minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothin’ special.”

To MY old man (i’m the only one who can call him that)… I love you dearly. I don’t care about Golden, Silver, or Purple Anniversaries. I just care about YOU.

“I AM a trophy wife, for I won the trophy.”- me