She’s more enchanting than a summer's day, her enduring radiance calling back the lovely April of her prime.
Her enlivened greetings brighten the common hour. In conversation she listens more than she talks, her green eyes intense and
sparkling.
Her presence enables everyone to feel special because she believes they are. She facilitates hope for a peaceful and cultured civilization. She’s as soothing as a downy pillow.
Her home
radiates warmth and welcome. She turns a sandwich into an charming meal and makes fantastic potato
soup, malted milkshakes and iced mint tea. No restaurant can outdo her elegant meals. Watching her in the kitchen
warms the heart.
You never
hear her boast about her family or herself. You won’t find her discussing her
accomplishments, her famous friends or her worldly travels. She avoids all things
pretentious and flees ostentation. Fancy cars and gaudy excess
fail to impress her.
Born of a cooler race with distrust for sweet-faced hypocrisy she endures no evil and tolerates no lies. She tells you what she thinks in way that makes you feel good about
yourself and her. When she makes a request you feel disappointed if you fail to meet her expectations.
Her pleasing counsel, sweet to
the soul and healing to the spirit, comes from a discerning heart. She avoids
nagging and guards against quarrelsome words, but remains firm-footed about her convictions.
If she can’t find anything good to say about someone, she doesn’t say
anything at all. She speaks the truth from her heart, respects everyone and
casts no slur on anyone. She looks for the good. She understands and forgives.
She’s as
steady as an incoming tide. Once she makes up her mind, she almost never
changes it. Because our strengths are, in excess, our greatest weakness, she’s
hard headed and cursed by perfectionism.
She’s
intolerant of overabundant fervor and vigorous gusto. I must curb my enthusiasm for improving a story with expanded truth. Her upturned
eyes tell me that my free use of gesticulation and theatrics have overextended
her tolerance for my unfettered excitement.
She covers
her eyes during crucial parts of an Aggie game and at the scary
parts of a movie. She fears mice and getting her finger pricked, but
other than that she can withstand just about anything from man or beast. When
malice attacks a loved one or friend she comes to the rescue firm-chinned and
determined.
She avoids
religious babble and fundamental hypocrisies, but she’s rock faithed and
spiritually solid. She trusts in the Lord with all her heart and in all ways
acknowledges him.
Her actions reflect her conviction that God comes first in
her life. She comforts those in trouble with the peace she herself has
received from God.
She avoids
foolish arguments on the mind of God. She pays no heed to religious debates that
are beyond the reach of our souls. She believes that all are predestined for
grace and that free will gives us the opportunity to have an abundant life
filled with love, peace and joy.
She’s
centered on each day, treasures time and wastes no hour. She abhors regret and
believes the future will work out the way it has been planned.
Fifty-one
years ago I was just a boy with overflowing ambition made awkward by doubt when I married her, a girl as fresh as spring blossoms possessing a
wide-eyed belief in the future and me. Her love and steadiness bring out my
best.