One of the many wonders of the world is why one person would stay with another in marriage through the years. I know me. I know the kind of person I am. I know that there are several aspects of my personality that probably drive my wife (and some friends) up the wall. And yet, she is still here. With me.
There are many who would argue that they are the luckiest men in the world. That they have the most amazing wives. That God himself made for them that special someone. And to some degree they could, reasonably make the arguments. So, I will not be comparing. That is both silly and irrelevant.
What I will do is acknowledge that I have been the beneficiary of the love of one woman for more than half my life. She has loved me in word and deed. She has cared for me in mind, heart, and body. She has willingly fought for our marriage with me. And sometimes we have just fought.
I have no doubt in my mind that I do not deserve to be loved this way. That is why I know it’s true and genuine. I am thankful for the woman, wife, and mother that she is. She encourages me and supports me. I know I am blessed.
I could buy a card. But I would rather tell others, from the heart without the help of Hallmark, about the hidden treasure that lives with me. Her shyness sometimes obscures the wit and humor, the tenderness and compassion. But I get to see it all. I get to enjoy her beauty inside and out, unfiltered. It is one of the great pleasures of marriage. And for this I am thankful this Valentines Day.
I love you Miranda! You haven’t killed me, so I must be doing alright.