My wife and I have no kids. Thirty seven wonderful years of marriage filled with countless shared experiences both good and bad, but no kids. No kids of our own that is lord knows we had lots that belonged to others. Nieces, nephews, god children, the list goes on is growing with each new generation.
When we were first married our friends had kids and they called us aunt and uncle. Now they’re married and have kids and we’re aunt and uncle again. We have been in their weddings, held their babies when they were born, and even taught some of them to drive. We bought one his first suit and another her dress for the big dance. We’ve taken them fishing, camping, to amusement parks, and to the mall. We’ve listened to them when they needed someone to tell their troubles to and let them know they had someone to go to when they were in trouble and afraid to tell their folks.
One thing I can honestly say after all this time is we were and are truly blessed. God took what might have been a hole in our marriage and filled it with the best family we could have ever asked for. I can’t begin to imagine what life has in store for us; but if it is filled with even half the experiences of the past thirty seven years, I can’t wait.
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