That morning she and her roommate carried, up a full flight of stairs, a metal serving cart arrayed with orange juice, fresh strawberries and assorted pastries. I hated the very idea of mornings, so when I heard that knock at the door I nearly told whoever it was to go away. That's when I knew I wanted to marry this woman who could make others feel so loved. That was nearly 20 years ago. That morning I caught the idea that God was up to something special, but it took me years to grasp the full reality of what he was giving me.
Guys are like an ant on top of a truck tire.
We know there's something big here, but we don't know what it is. Cheryl's a unique present God gave me to be my lifelong companion, lover and co-heir of salvation. Like all true and worthwhile gifts, my wife continues to bless my life. Don't get me wrong. I rarely get breakfast served in bed now, not even on my birthday.