Today is my wife's birthday. My wife is the very best friend I have ever had (no offense Jim, you're still Masibestfriend outside the house). I've waxed poetic about her here before and spoken of my love for her, so there is really very little else I can say. Words only go so far anyway...
...But since words are what I have an abundance of...
I love her laugh; the very best laugh in the world. When she really gets going, she'll laugh herself to tears and then she'll snicker and titter for several minutes after the fact. She just kills me with that laugh.
I love her smile; when she is really smiling about something, her eyes light up and she can melt steel... and me. Her smile is etched in my memory and will be until I don't have one anymore.
I love the way she has endless compassion; she should be nominated for sainthood. She was raised Catholic, so I think she'd qualify.
I love how wonderful of a mother she is; I can not imagine having anybody else be responsible for helping me raise our children. I learn new things, as a parent, from her all the time. We spend lots of time talking about what to do with the kids, how to work with them, how to improve their lives, how to better help them find out who and what they can be. I never knew that was a part of being a parent until I met her.
I love hanging out with her on the couch with a bag of chips, some beer and a movie; we spent a lot of time doing that in the past, killing an entire day doing absolutely nothing, just sharing the couch and the silence. Now and again we'll ship the kids off to the grandparents and just do nothing together. It's the best use of time I can imagine.
I love a lot of things about her and really can't list them all here... some of them are only for discussing with her...
Honey- since I know you'll read this, I just want to say happy birthday. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else and I'm glad I fooled you into sticking around.