Why I love my wife!

I just figured it was a good time to go ahead & try, at least, to count the ways...

35 years, & more in love every day.
She GETS me.
She adores me - (really!)Surprising as that may seem.
She is kindhearted.
She is patient (see 35 yrs above).
I can tell her moods & health by the color of those stunning baby blues.
She has a healing touch, even before the Reiki training.
She is a world-class cook.
She is tough when she has to be.
She's as defenseless as a howitzer.
She is a polio survivor.
She is a 2-time cancer survivor.
She is a been-married-to-Wolf survivor.
She is goofy.
She calls her delicate wonderful hands "stubby mitts"
She suffers thru all my Ernest & Mr. Bean videos.
She sits thru all those hours of pro rasslin' I watch every week.
She's better informed than I am (even tho I work at a newspaper!)
I find her just staring at me in that way that makes me feel so fine!
She is gorgeous in my eyes even though not in hers (when I state it, she reminds me how blind I am - but I do not need eyes to see her beauty).
We grew up the same, surrounded by hatred, violence, & sneering disdain, so we KNOW.
She considers me a gift from God, & I know she is the same for me.
She never gives up, never gives up, never gives up!
She wants me to buy the tools I need even when I'm too cheap.
She doesn't mind that I am NOT a plumber.
She gives me great input about choker designs.
She is amazed at what I can build, even tho it may not be perfect.
She comes outside to watch me work, just to be close to me. Recently did this even tho the walk took a lot out of her, to watch me build a brick pedestal for one of our wolf statues.
She lets me wait on her, even when she feels it should be the other way around.
When she was hurt so badly recently, she insisted that it would be a temporary situation. It was, & she is walking pretty well now!
When she was mostly paralyzed by polio, she operated diaper pins with her teeth!
She very rarely used disposable diapers on our son – taught me to fold cloth ones like a pro!
After one of my back injuries, she threw me on her back & dragged me to bed, when I couldn’t walk on my own.
She stayed up all night with our infant son when he had this breathing-is-sooo- overrated phase.
She’s 4’ 11 ¾”, but we let her claim 5’.
Claims not to be an animal lover, but loves it when the cats jump up & snuggle.
Misses the squirrels that used to hang out around the lodge, & gets as excited as I do when the deer come by.
Used to be a crack shot, great hunter, could light & put out matches with her .22
Grandkids love her as much as I do
Has sung at Carnegie Hall, the White House, the Ryman Auditorium, & as backup for Hank Williams. (my stepdad's ol' drinkin' buddy)
Her head fits perfectly on my shoulder
My arm fits perfectly around her waist
She doesn’t mind me pushing her around (in her wheelchair)
She keeps telling me I need to order more beads, or to go to Tandy Leather…
She didn’t mind when I brought in 3 truckloads of free cedar lumber (Yes, I’m using it!)
She didn’t mind when I brought in a trailer load of free brick pavers (Yes, I’m using it!)
Keeps the TV on the country music channel because our birds bitch if she doesn’t
She is thrifty except when it comes to me.
She never complained about having to eat my cooking for 7 weeks.
She loves my coffee & can’t wait for the weekend when I cook a couple pots.
She brags about my mondo eggs that I make mebbe twice a year
She sings to me
She loves to hear me sing
She shares my Steelers addiction
She chides me for not pursuing my lil’ acting career or my radio fetish
She RARELY wears makeup, so I can see how beautiful she really is
She shares our ministry
The hypocrisy in Religion does not diminish her FAITH
She has a rockin’ knife collection
She knows how to use a machete
Every time I leave, she tells me to be careful
She never minds when I call her
She taught me & trained my voice for an operatic competition (tied for 1st with a roaring chest cold)
She used to bake bread for hungry reservation families in S. Dakota
An elderly chief at our flea market booth in Austin recognized her immediately from all those yrs ago
She can order those coconut cookies from the ancient woman at the flea market who speaks no English even tho she speaks no Spanish (while our son, a fluent Espanoler, has a tough time w/her).
Bikers think she’s great
She took NO CRAP from my drunken bio-family
Her Grandmother died in her arms when she was 14: she had already learned a lifetime of knowledge from her.
Come to think of it, she takes NO CRAP from anybody…except occasionally lil' ol’ me
She calls me FireFace.
She still loves my almost-waist-length mane
She used to play connect-the-dots with my freckles
She doesn’t mind that I have destroyed my wedding ring numerous times – more concerned with my fingers surviving
When her assistant was trapped under the front wheel of a Suburban, the crowd around was unable to get the truck off her. With my best Wolf growl I dove into the wheel well, grabbed the rim & suspension, & heaved the truck into the air. My dainty wife with a hearty “Oh, s**t!” grabbed the woman’s jeans & yanked. Her hands tore right thru the denim. She let out an equally hearty “Damn it!”, grabbed belt & bra, & whipped that looney out like she was on ball bearings! I set it down, she’s yelling for me to get out, I say it’s still in gear, & we’re on a hill: she leaps into the big truck & hits the emergency brake & slams it into park so that I can ease out. Didn’t even make me go to the hospital even tho my back was split open from right shoulder to left hip.
She loves to have supper ready when I get home, & to serve me at the table
When she hears the lids “set” on the canning jars she laughs with joy
She loves to garden with me
She pours my iced tea first, as do I hers
She loves fires in the fireplace in winter
She enjoys an occasional glass of wine, or a sip of my monthly beer; she mentions how proud she is that we can have booze in the house & not get drunk as my bio-family does.
She bakes wonderful breads & indulges my addiction to pie. MMMMmmm, pIIIIIeeee..
She asks me for menu ideas & then cooks what I want
She teaches stuff to our birds
She bought me an animated turtle that looks like Diana Ross – dances & sings “You Can’t Hurry Love!”
She oft compares me to her 1st husband, & tells me I win every time.
She thanks me that she can just be “her” around me – says she never had that before
She loves my hands
I realize she can still kick my butt
When I am in pain, she knows it
She gives me Reiki treatment while I sleep if she knows I am hurting
She lets me keep the bedroom cool & piles on her own blankets, so I can sleep better.
She orders her shrimp when she wants it, knowing I can’t stand the stuff – makes sure I get my oysters when I want.
She hates liver as much as I do
She’ll make me pierogies even though she doesn’t care for them
She tries really hard to recreate foods from my Hunky childhood even though my descriptions/recollections are pretty poor
She indulges my passion for deep frying turkeys, which she doesn’t like that much.
She likes my homemade soymilk ice cream experiments
She loves to hang out on the swing or one of our gliders with me
She loves our screened deck & is going to put up with the wheelchair ramp, even tho she’d rather step up on her own.
She puts up with me bringing her a wildflower, or a particularly cool leaf, or something unexpected from the woods or the garden.
She sees what I see in nature.
She once did a Reiki treatment on a lifeless hummingbird that our hunting mama cat dropped in her lap. After a while it fluttered its wings, lifted off, turned & chirped at her, & left. She still tears up about that one!
She did a Reiki treatment on a frozen stiff newborn kitten that my wacky cat birthed on January 31st. She had them on our concrete carport slab, & this one wedged itself in next to my chimney. My son extracted it & called for Mom. After a while it stirred, she kept it from Mama til it was squirming quite well, & it became the most active of the litter. We call her “Dead Cat”. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
She loves venison
She makes these hearty soup that are so thick I call them “Stewp”
She loves limburger & onion sammiches
She doesn’t mind when I eat my “stinky cheese” (Bleu or gorgonzola)
She called my stepdad “Pops”
Her hair just SHINES!
She once sat up all night sewing fake fur into my jacket & cap & pockets because I had to walk several miles to catch the bus for work.

There are innumerous more reasons why I love, cherish, & adore this wonderful woman, who is a true gift from the Creator. I pray to be able to extend this list for years to come.