Some time ago, my wife was
shopping with several friends and, in a little shop, one of them noticed
a "proverb" which read, "Husbands may come and go. But
a friend lasts forever." First one lady, then another, expressed
an opinion and, finally, my wife said, "But what if your husband
IS your best friend?"
It's true. Cindy and I
are honest-to-goodness "best friends." I would rather be with
her than share time with any 10 other people I know.
This year, we will observe
33 years of marriage. She is my first and only and I am the same for her.
Oh, it hasn't always been easy - there was a time, if we could
have afforded the $200 in legal fees, we would have resumed our separate
lives. Fortunately, we were a great deal poorer in those days.
There was a time when I used
to actually pray, "You know, God, I could be a lot better, more effective,
Christian, if I didn't have this wife to hinder me - sooooo,
if you'll just take her 'home' a little early ... "
God, I learned, isn't in the business of answering stupid prayers.
We had our share of battles. I had a violent temper, Cindy had a sharp
tongue - not a great combination for happiness!
But, somehow, we survived,
endured, and eventually fell in love again and thrived. We really weren't
the other's "dream spouse." I wanted a wife just like my
mom. Mom was a homebody, a country cook, a lady who was always home, and
who spoiled me rotten. Instead, I got a strong-willed, career-minded,
energy-filled, independent woman.
She, for her part, had always
declared that she would only date men who were college graduates, were
well-off financially, had a nice car, were at least six feet tall, of
slim-to-medium build, and who were not jocks or military-types. But, alas,
she married me - an ex-Marine, ex-football player, college sophomore
(at the time), and a 5' 10", not slim or medium kind of guy,
and a jalopy-driving person who bagged groceries part-time while working
his way through college.
In fact, I used to wonder why
this slim, brown-eyed, brunette even gave me the time of day at all! So,
one day, I asked her, "Why did you marry me?"
"Because," she said,
"I knew you loved me."
Okay, so it wasn't my charming
wit, my dazzling good looks, or my wads of cash, but she was correct -
I loved her. And during all those rough times, and there were hundreds,
I loved her still.
You know, I think people give
up too easily. I think football teams give up too early in the fourth
quarter, runners fall out of the race too soon, I think preachers and
churches give up too quickly on people who fall into sin, parents give
up too quickly on teenagers, and I think that husbands and wives give
up on their marriages much too early.
It took me all four years to
make first-string center in high school, but it was worth it. It took
13 long, grueling weeks at the Parris Island Resort and Spa in sunny South
Carolina to be come a United States Marine, but, again, it was worth it.
Six years it took me to finish my undergraduate degree. Worth it. But
it took nearly 10 years before we really began to produce our marriage.
We were really happy for, oh,
the first six weeks. It was downhill from there. The first year wasn't
bad but, from my perspective, the next nine were varying degrees of hell.
But the last 23 years have been more than I could have hoped or prayed
for. All I know is that, against all odds, we rode through the storms
and gales and came out on the other side. The storms break up a lot of
marriages but, honestly, most "shipmates" bail out long before
the full blast of those howling winds hit their marriage broadside. Many
marriages, maybe most, could be saved if only the participants would just
stay on board! I am so glad that Cindy and I didn't jump ship. It was
worth it.
So, even though I am not generally
a drinking man, I offer a toast to the most wonderful girl I've ever
known - to my companion in life, my shipmate through the storms,
my lover, and my best friend. Happy Valentine's Day, Cindy.
[David Epps is rector of Christ
the King Charismatic Episcopal Church, which meets at 8 a.m. and 10 a.m.
Sundays on Ga. Highway 34 between Peachtree City and Newnan. He may be
contacted at [email protected] or at www.CTKCEC.org.]






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