For Marla

To My BRIDE

I made this for you because I wanted to give you something that would outlast flowers — ninety mornings to be reminded of how deeply you are loved, by God and by me.

For years you have poured yourself out: into me, into Levi, Ava, and Emma, and into every student who walks past your desk. My prayer for these next three months is that you would let yourself be the one who is filled. Each day holds a verse, a little of its story, a short passage to read, and now and then a note from me — about fifteen quiet minutes to let God remind you who you are: His handiwork, fearfully and wonderfully made, and my beautiful bride.

Happy 50th, babe. I love you — today, and for all the years still ahead.

— D