in honor of: my wife

If there is one picture that could best define my wife's personality, this would be it. It is the famous "grandma kiss". Many kids have recieved it, including the territorial mark of lipstick on a cheek or a forehead. Her love for children, especially her grandkids, has always awed me of her.

She is a lady. Always has been a lady. One with a very strong faith, quietly and consistently lived out. Never once have I seen her act inappropriately for the circumstances, or dress inappropriately for who she is. I have never seen her misrepresent herself as a Christian anywhere in her world. Very few people can ever say this, including me about myself.

She has loved without reserve. Her loyalty to her family and friends has always amazed me. It has been extended far beyond what I have ever deserved. Her love for others runs far deeper than what most people realize. Yet, quietly, her influence has changed many lives.

During Christmas this past month, I listened to my boys. How quickly it became obvious that their strengths mirror their mother's qualities. I like that. For all the times she did not think she was being listened to as they were growing up, the reflection of her in their lives is part of what I admire about each of them so much.

I love watching her eyes sparkle. They make her face smile. All I can do to thank her for her patience and love toward me is to continue the privilege of being her friend and spouse. That is indeed an easy choice. I want to be here with her, my partner and my friend.