A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches
Thank you, my love, for the great name Chouinard. True, we would both prefer a good name AND riches. But if I had to choose, I would choose you and your name each time.
Seven years ago, I wrote you a poem for our eleventh anniversary. I am reprinting it here, with a few changes to the last stanza:
We Were Children When We Wed
We were children when we wed My vision was so small I never thought too far ahead I feared we'd fail God, but He's led Us farther than I dared to dream And for His glory, all!
We were children when we wed For years I never knew The meaning of the vows we said Or how to love you as my head But God bestowed His wondrous grace His Word is sure and true!
We were children when we wed But then His Spirit blew Transforming us into His Son Turning our two hearts into one And as each day progresses, still, We find His mercies new.
We were children when we wed And now, my childhood friend Our love has grown so rich, so sweet With passion, comfort, depth and heat You truly make my life complete God's blessings know no end!
And so my childhood friend, my love Thanks for this taste of heaven. The sweetness of our Father's care The joy you bring, the love we share Our difficulties draw us near To Him who never fails.
I would not change a minute of our eighteen years together. I am so very thankful for the early years in our marriage and the many wonderful things we experienced together. I am thankful for our childbearing years with their many trials and difficulties. And I am thankful that we can walk through this new trial together. We have lived many lifetimes over the past 18 years, and I am so blessed to have walked through it all with you. He has given us a blessed past, and our future rests in His strong hands.
Happy Anniversary, love.