At the tender age of 11, I made a solemn vow that when I grew up, I was going to be rich. My plan was simple: Marry well.
I bless the day I married my husband, a man who is rich in character and unfailing love. I assumed his money would follow. While waiting for wealth to descend upon me, I made the near-tragic error of spending as though I were already rich. That landed us in so much financial trouble that it took 13 years to repair.
