I don’t know how even to start this. My wife is my heart, my right arm. She’s the second-greatest gift that my gracious Savior bestowed to me, after my salvation.
I’m not yet the man I should be, but I’m closer to that goal under her influence and with her support than I ever would have or could have been on my own.
She’s the delight of my days and the cool breeze of my evenings. When I hold her close, her head nestled under my chin, I feel my whole body relax as if I am finally able to breathe again.
She is the mother of my daughters, and I see her in them in beautiful and surprising ways. If they grow up to be just like her, the world will be triply blessed.
She is a gardener, a baker, a household manager, a teacher. She dispenses comfort by the soup ladle, and bestows hospitality by the fresh-baked loaf. Her heart is expansive, her mind is deep, her kindness is warm.
She loves God and is hungry to know Him more every day. She prays for me and for her babies. She gives good counsel to those who need it. She listens well.
She is my bride, my joy, my crown, and my jewel. Precious above rubies.
I am blessed. I am blessed by this woman. I praise God for her.