630,720,000 seconds. 10,512,000 minutes. 175,200 hours. 7,300 days. Twenty years…dual decades…dvacet rok (Czech)…twintig jaar (Dutch)…venti anno (Italian)…viginti annos (Latin). No matter how you say it, a lot can happen in 20 years…. a baby can be born and grow into a beautiful young woman, a son and another daughter can join the family, three parents, a step-parent, and 3 grandparents can be lost…and a wife can finally figure out what it means to truly love her husband after she finally allowed God to truly love her and be loved in return!
I met my husband in September of 1996 and I fell fast and hard!! He was the man of my dreams…he was tall, dark and handsome, polite and well-mannered, successful, and well-liked by my family and pretty much everyone he came in contact with! He was the whole package…the problem was he came into my life at a time when I was searching for an escape from family drama. I was 18 and my entire life had been flipped upside down…my parents marriage of over twenty years was crumbling around me…the word that Christians dare not speak, you know, the D word (!!), was now a reality to me. DIVORCE.