the other day I missed Josiah's phone call-but I returned it shortly; we chatted for a few minutes and then my son said, "Mom, I've gotta go, my wife is coming out of the restaurant!"
his wife was coming. . .his wife!
a good word-a word that's odd for me to hear from Josiah; we tend to forget when we birth them that they grow up. . .
God gave Josiah a wife-
and I'm grateful for the gift.