Thirty-six years ago today Mr. Pettit and I got married. Thirty-six years---I remember when I considered that an age, not a duration. But I'm not here to moan about getting older or lament the erosive power of time. Instead I'd like to celebrate the fact that God doles out our moments one-by-one, fully aware that we can't juggle past, present and future all at once as He does. (Although that doesn't stop us from trying...) My time as a military wife taught me to savor the journey, since that's all we have. Destinations aren't guaranteed; we can plan for them and hope for them and dream of them, but they may turn out to be as elusive as rain in West Texas.
So, happy anniversary, Mr. Pettit. We've been blessed to have 36 years of moments, one stacked on top of another, building the life we share today. I'm thankful to be taking this journey with you.
I didn't get to fly this T-38; instructors and their spouses were
allowed to taxi only. But that was mighty fun!
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