Every day is a gift. Every morning a blessing.
But one day is better than others. On that day I am reminded that I am also very lucky. Because on the same date for the last twenty-six years I have woken up and realized that (as my preacher once told me), I “out-kicked my coverage.” There is no way the girl I married should have ever even given me the time of day, let alone agree to spend her life with me.
But she did.
And ever since, every day is a gift, and every morning a blessing.