My wife, Trea turned 32 this morning. I first met her 16 years ago, and I remember the moment exactly. I was in the gym shooting by myself, and she walked in and asked if I knew where her dad was (her dad was the basketball coach). She was 16. I was 17. She was/is beautiful. Sparkling eyes, blonde hair, great legs! I tried striking up a conversation with her, but she ignored me. She continued to ignore me for several months, even though I tried everything possible to get her attention. It wasn’t until after we had lost a basketball game to Powers High School (thanks Jimmy) that Trea finally gave me a hug. And it wasn’t for another 6 months until she finally agreed to date me, and then it took me almost 6 years to get her to agree to marry me.
Our first year of marriage, we were so flippin poor, living in the hell hole of Oregon (Salem), but we were completely happy. We would stay up and play “Battleship” or the card game “speed” because it wouldn’t cost us a dime.
After living in Salem for a year, we decided to move back to Southern Oregon, where we had purchased property and where Trea accepted a job teaching First Grade at Grace Christian School, in Medford, and I took a job being a youth pastor at a little country church. We struggled, we fought, I made plenty of mistakes, but by God’s grace Trea and I made it through that period of time, and we are stronger today because of it.
16 years later, we’re celebrating her birthday with the expectation that our second daugther will arrive any minute. I can say without a doubt that Trea is a wonderful wife, amazing mother and that I need and love Trea, and count her influence in my life to be one of God’s greatest gifts.