For future reference.

I love my wife.

She is beautiful. Her eyes are deep and soft. Her cheeks have a natural blush to them, and what might have been freckles.


She has style and taste. Yet she puts up with the way I dress. That's also [i]tolerance[/i] as well.

She's smart. Her memory has started to slide, but she still thinks circles around anybody else I know. Actually, she doesn't bother with the circles. Waste of time.

She's feminine. She doesn't believe it, but she's soft and maternal.

Her laughter makes my soul lighter.

She's warm and wonderful.

I Love My Wife.