This time 19 years ago, I remember being unhappy with allowing myself to be at the mercy of a hairdresser named Joey. He was my beautiful bride’s hairdresser but it was a dreadful error to think he could also be trusted with my hair. I trusted him. I regret that eternally. Not the wedding though, nor the marriage. It is still the best thing to have happened to me, since the day I realised I needed Jesus as my Lord and Saviour. Being in Nou Camp on 26 May 1999 came close but only just.
Time flies when you’re having fun, one often hears. It has been true for me. I really believe that somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.
Happy anniversary my dearest wife.