The Delta House

This past Wednesday, my wife and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. I sent her roses and cooked her favorite dish, lamb tenderloin marinated in rosemary and garlic and served with mint jelly. It was surely better than anything we would have gotten in a restaurant where we live. (And I'll try not to pull a muscle while I pat myself on the back.)

But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

I am amazed that out of all of the guys that I grew up with, only two have been divorced. Two out of 20 guys (including me). And both of those were extraordinary circumstances that were caused by the wife! And both have remarried and are very happy.

If you'd have asked me 15 years ago what percentage of my buddies marriages would end in divorce, I would have said 60-70%. And that was only if any of us actually got married in the first place! (Yes, two of the 20 are still single.)

Not that these guys are bad guys or anything. In fact, it's just the opposite. They're all really good guys. They liked to drink beers, chase girls and play and watch sports, none of which are conducive to marriage.

Who would have guessed that they all turned out to be good family men?

Have a great weekend! I am having a barbecue to celebrate my son's dedication to God and my family is coming up from NJ. It should be a blast!