There was a cool breeze that day one May on the Thirsty Moose patio. Traffic whizzed by every now and then. My wife and kids had gone to the bathroom. I sat at the table with my mother-in-law.
She reminded me how lucky I am to be married to her daughter.
Yes, I am very fortunate. Thank you for raising such a wonderful person.
My wife is kind, caring and generous. She is hard-working and dedicated. She supports me in my recovery. She stands by me, especially when I doubt myself. She sees beyond my faults and helps me grow. She tells me when I've done something that bothers her.
She is honest. She is playful. She is loving. She is protective.
She is the mother of our children. She is a mama bear. She is strong. She is funny. She is goofy. She is beautiful.
She loves it when big snowflakes fall from the sky. She is forgiving. She understands I am sometimes moody. She loves to bake with our boys. She is organized. She loves to laugh. She has a smile that can melt the coldest heart. She is gentle. She is an extraordinary mother.
She is athletic. She loves yoga. She is thoughtful. I love how her nose flutters when she laughs. I love how she snorts when she laughs. I love her optimism. I love how she can whip a baseball, chuck a football, field a ground ball.
She is spirited. She is a good listener. She is persistent. She is dedicated. She is committed. She is helpful. She is an amazing teacher.
She is my wife. She is my love.
Yes, how very lucky I am.
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