So tonight I watched the movie The Bucket List for the first time. I know – it took a while to get around to it. I’m not a big Nicholson fan. His face is just too hard for me to pay 10 bucks to look at for 2 hours. I’m sure he’d probably say the same about mine.
Of course, most people who watch the movie – based on the premise that we should make a list of things we’d like to do before we ‘kick the bucket’ – inevitably spend some time thinking about their own bucket list.
I’d love to take Katie to the Mayan Ruins. I’m not much into that. I’d much rather have a swanky hotel and room service than a hike through a rain forest to a bunch of dilapidated rock buildings – but she loves it, so I want to do it.
I want to kiss her on the beach…in Bermuda.
I want to buy her a dining room set with matching chairs…that someone else hasn’t owned first.
I want to help her open Katie’s Confections and watch it become the fastest growing ‘sweet tooth spot’ in Corpus.
I want to enroll her in a cooking class with Alton Brown, only to have it launch her career on Food Network.
As I was enumerating this list, I realized – I don’t really have a ‘bucket list’ that doesn’t include her. The day she married me, I accomplished the only ‘bucket list’ item I ever truly wanted. Because of her, I have lived my bucket list for the last 20 years – serving Jesus by serving students with a woman whose shoes I am unfit to unlace.
If I got a death sentence today, I would die complete, happy, and without regret because of her.
Thank you, Jesus. And thank you, Katie. (Who will probably never read this – because she’d rather be geocaching or walking the halls of some boring museum than sitting at home reading blogs on the Internet!!) :)