Thirteen years ago today, I made the bestest and boldest move of my life. I made The Girlfriend into The Wife. Which has made everything so very much better.
What can I say? She is the best person I know, and she gets better each year. Indeed, her rather overwhelming induction into motherhood has made her even better. More grace, more patience, more generosity, more devotion, more sacrifice. More love.
She knows everything in her field of expertise, almost everything about everything that interests her, and a whole lot more that people expect about almost everything else. If I ‘discover’ some big or amazing idea and mention it to her, she’s almost always thought about it already, and can add something or offer some kind of critique. Knowledge that begets discernment, and discernment that begets wisdom.
She is very sensitive, and the best friend and listener that could be found. More importantly, she’s felt and followed the gentle breeze of God’s Spirit at every twist and turn of our journey together. A journey that’s been apparently pointless, and harrowing, and rewarding, and challenging, in turn. But she moves through all of it with grace and hope.
She’s beautiful, of course, but everyone already knows this. A deep well of beauty that bubbles up in her remarkable features.
She is hilarious. Which means that she knows when to laugh at life, when to laugh with me, and when to laugh at me. The sometimes crushing weight of life can be lifted when she’s around. Her bright eyes and warm smile are the perfect reward for a punchline.
She is passionate and protective, fierce and brilliant, patient and kind, courageous and cautious. When I’m losing my way, she is always a reliable source for a taste of the Kingdom. To say that I love her is never quite enough.