My Wife

My Wife

My wife is half of me.
If you divide me in two length-wise, she's the half with the heart.
If you cut me in half at the waist, she's the half with the brains.

My wife is beautiful.
She's got a great body that drives me crazy almost every day.
And for that reason, almost every night I drive her crazy.

My wife is a mother.
And she's damn good at it.  Don't look at the house, don't check the dirty faces on the little ones.
Look at the imprint she's left on my children's brains, on their attitude, on their lives.
My children's mother is a great mother.

My wife is young.
I figure I have at least 50 more years with her and while I can wait to see her with silver hair,
it's only because I want the time to go slow.  Otherwise, I can't wait to see how beautiful she'll look when she's 86.

My wife is mine.
So many fools walked right by her.  Several called her a girlfriend and one called her "my wife" for a short time.
But the many fools are my friends because she's MY WIFE and the laughs on them.
--- March 11th, 2009 :: Church ::