She is smart. She is strong. She is compassionate. She is brave.
She works tirelessly during the day, taking care of our four rambunctious children. She gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby. She has changed countless diapers, washed millions of dishes, and even fixes clogged drains and changes light bulbs.
She watches dance performances. She reads books. She braids hair and ties shoes. She prepares meals and feeds the little ones. She kisses boo-boos and puts on band-aids. She sings to them and plays peek-a-boo. She bathes them, brushes their teeth, and puts them to bed.
She is a shoulder to cry on. She gets squeezed, scratched, and bitten.
She rocks the baby and holds her for hours until she’s asleep for the night. Then she starts all over five minutes later.
She posses a love of animals and all living things and passes it on. She is a scientist with an endless appetite for knowledge. She spends her days teaching her children, answering an endless string of questions and encouraging even more. She teaches math, biology, grammar, astronomy, history, reading, writing, politics, languages and countless other things. She has taught our children how to crawl, walk, and run. She keeps everyone safe.
She researches, plans, and organizes activities. She takes pictures and shares them proudly with her family.
She takes an interest in others and asks questions. She loves talking about things she is passionate about, especially her family. She listens, she laughs, and she cries.
She stays up late preparing for tomorrow to do it all again, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
She does a thousand other things I can’t remember…or don’t even know about.
She would say she is not perfect but she’s perfect for me.
She is a wonderful woman, and she is my best friend and wife.
