I Didn’t Marry a Doctor

June 1, 2008–Magnolia Hotel–Omaha, Nebraska. I married the love of my life. In a small outdoor ceremony in front of family and friends we said, “I do.” Two months later my husband started medical school.

Over the years, I’ve watched him study and work grueling hours, all while loving me and putting our family first. Being on the medical journey was like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly at a painstakingly slow pace. There has been sweat and tears, and I know he’s seen his fair share of blood. All the while he supported me through my teaching career and eventually the desire to stay home full-time.

During the journey both my grandmothers went to heaven, I birth two children, and we’ve had at least five address changes. All the while he kept our family prayed up. My husband never complained about the hours or patients. To this day, he repeatedly says he’s grateful God placed him in a particular situation to do His work. I love my husband for his kindness, joy, love, and spirit of service.

I say all this to put into context that I didn’t marry a doctor. Instead, I married a man who became one. I married a man with a vision. I married a compassionate, brilliant, humble, and God-fearing man. I married a man who loves me and our family to the moon and back. So to my husband, my king, and the love of my life…an infinity of YES! I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. I’ll go skydiving with you forever with Jehovah God as our parachute. I promise to continue to honor you and be the best wife possible. Happy Anniversary Husband M.D.

“An excellent wife is the crown of her husband…”- Proverbs 12:3

Many blessings,





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