Grateful Because

My life would certainly not be what it is now if not for my wife. I know because I have been there: a time without my wife, a time before my wife.

If the time before my wife was like a stretch of empty wasteland, desolate of fresh green growth, my current days can be likened to the most pleasurable days of Summer you can remember from your childhood. Care free. Joyous. Sparkling. Never ending.

She is simply incredible. The way she treats her heart and judges her actions always falling just that little bit short of being good enough, soft enough, humble me. I so lightly like to think of myself as good.

In her creativity she is versatile. Whether it is crafting, decorating our Home or envisioning how our garden should look in the Summer, she has the touch, that mind’s eye that never seizes to amaze me.

For our children she is a Mother. Where I’m considering harsh punishments she talks. Where I’m about to be swept under the carpet by their tears, she takes a stance and corrects them with just the right proportions of Love and Justice. She seems to know something I don’t: when to Love and when to be Tough.

She’s an Educator too, and a brilliant one. School children cram around her classroom door way before the lessons begin, just so they can have some time with her. Long after they recognize her on the street and with a big smile they wave her a hello.

Her heart is caring and soft. Her soul is sweet and always improving, bettering, purifying.

She laughs like no other and her sense of humor is exquisite: she even likes my jokes. When we laugh together the Child in me rejoices and I can take on the world. When she tells me that she’s proud of me, it counts and it makes me feel smarter than Einstein. Because of her I feel I can take on the world.

In the balance of daily life, where little things can become Big Nags, she puts more Special Stuff in the balance scales. Without her our children, our family, our friends would find themselves lacking someone important and special.

Her social skills are so good. She’s light and fun among people and I’m simply amazed, baffled. Impressed.

In so many ways she’s my example.

Thank You for my wife.

· The beautiful photo of a white rose on a beach was taken by takomabibelot

I’m truly blessed with my mother. She’s in a category by herself. She’s not a woman, not a human; she’s a mother. Well no, not just any mother, she’s my mother.

When it comes to love and dedication for your children, my mother is my example.

Living on the other side of the ocean we none the less find time to chat almost on a daily basis: the Internet has made ours a small, cozy world.

It’s so natural for me to have my mother. And it’s not. I lost my father 9 years ago. Could happen anytime to me, to my mother. Around me I know those who have lost their mother and whether it was early on or late in their lives, it was always too soon.

So I guess I can count two blessings: that I have such a fine, sweet, special mother — and that I have her.