I can’t say how many years ago because I might get in trouble, but on this date in an undisclosed year God brought a truly special person into the world. Though born in Maryland, she is native Texan in every way, as demonstrated through her fluent use of east Texan phrases like “fixin’ to” and “usedta could.” While those southern ways have been the source of chuckles on many occasions, they have also grounded her in core values that have translated into a life of integrity. She has definitely left a trail of goodness throughout her years.
Many people don’t know that her first name was inspired by a popular female singing group from the 60’s. I find it interesting that the first single by that group was called I Met Him on Sunday. My journey with her began on a Sunday, specifically at a church revival. It was a blind date arranged by a mutual acquaintance. I can still remember the light denim dress she was wearing that night. Yes, she caught my attention. Within only a couple of days, she would capture my heart. The part of this story that is debated in our family is her contention that I blew her off after the first night. I think she totally misunderstood what I was communicating. Fortunately for me, she is a stubborn lady (she might prefer “determined”), and purposed in her heart to return for the second night of revival. Boy, am I glad she did! I give thanks to the Lord that she and I are still writing our story after all these years.
Speaking of a virtuous woman, Proverbs 31:28 says, “Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.” I know that her three daughters join me in doing just that. Through the years she has fought tirelessly for the benefit of her children. She functioned pretty much like a single parent during seasons when work kept me away from home. Her wisdom has brought blessing to her home. She is a woman of deep compassion for others. To this day I contend that she is the most selfless person I’ve ever met. It is hard for me to imagine how much worse my life would be without her.
She and I have had an awesome journey together. We have been from coast to coast together. We have been to Israel together. We have walked the beaches of Florida and the streets of Chicago together. We have endured leaky camp tents, mosquito-ridden van rides, and a host of other things that we now classify as “Cartwright family adventures.” The thing that makes all of it great is that we did it together.
I realize this may sound more like an anniversary tribute than a birthday tribute, but that’s what happens when more than half of your life has been spent with the same person. I also admit there is so much more that deserves to be said. Hopefully I will find meaningful ways to say it in the months and years to come. For now, please know that you are deeply loved, deeply admired, and greatly appreciated. No words or gifts can convey how valuable you are to your husband and family, and I feel confident that a host of friends would lend their agreement. Happy birthday, Rene Cartwright. You made it another revolution around the sun. Let’s start on the next one!
The Winding Path 