My wife is the most influential person in my life. She is a relentless force for good in our family life. She is a life-giver. She is beautiful, a mother begetting beauty daily in a thousand ways. She is an artist. I live on her canvas, am treated to a life-time backstage pass to her quiet, graceful, and glorious performance.
She argues without words against the fear which dominates and ensnares victims of a misguided envy. Her happiness and art are a tonic in a culture glutting on a poisonous feast of indignation against God and the way he made the world. She answers the cacophony of rebellion with love, with a life of love.
She is dignified and lovely, strong and beautiful. She is faithful to her callings. I am in awe of this woman, an artist and my favorite art.
I love and admire her so much.