It was 31 years ago today that Beth and I were married—January 17, 1979. We had met at DePauw University in 1977, and then moved out to Philadelphia together immediately following graduation/commencement. We decided to get married and did so at Philadelphia’s City Hall. Afterwards, we had lunch at the Magic Pan Restaurant (remember that restaurant chain that specialized in crepes?). We had almost no money, and so our honeymoon was a day trip that we made to Washington, D.C., then a late-night train back home.

This is the first time that we have not been together on our anniversary. I sent a dozen red roses which arrived Friday afternoon at Beth’s office at the Christian Theological Seminary in Indianapolis. Beth sent me a couple of pictures of them on her cell phone.

Our first son, James, was born in Philadelphia in 1987. Our second son, Matthew, was born in Indiana in 1990.

I have always loved both reading and writing. I started writing when I was about 10 years old, and I published my first article in my high school newspaper when I was 14. James published an article when he was 19, and Matthew did so when he was 17.

Beth has probably read more books in her lifetime than James, Matthew, and I combined; and, she has also written extensively in notebooks over the years—her own form of journaling—as a means of self-expression and personal understanding. However, until recently she had never sought to publish anything.

Earlier this month, a nursing journal published a remembrance that Beth had written about her mother, who passed away last year. I invite you to read her article by clicking here.

--Larry Spears [Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010]