This year (2018), Stacy and I celebrated 30 years of marriage! (And they said it would never last! But enough about my in-laws. Just kidding… they might be reading this.) I think Stacy deserves some sort of marriage metal of honor for being married to me all these years. Let's face it people. I mean well, but, as a man, I'm fairly clueless. Sometimes I even want to "get it" but just can't. (Oh the stories Stacy could tell : ) For example, when I first read the Song of Solomon, God's handbook on love and marriage, I wasn't picking up what Solomon was laying down. Know what I mean? Based on the poetic descriptions given by the Lover… here's how I pictured the woman: "How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. ... Your hair is like a flock of goats... Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn ewes... Your lips are like a scarlet thread, Your temples are like a slice of pomegra