I love my wife.
I really do. I enjoy her. I laugh with her. I confide in her. I try not to be a pain to her. These are not reasons I love her. They are results of the love I have for her. It was 13 years ago today that I said, "I do" to her in front of family and friends. I'd do it all over again in a heart beat.
She has an undying capacity to always do the right thing. She may fuss and fume, but when the chips are down it's a done deal that she will do what's right. I am consistently amazed by her fortitude in that and find myself grateful for it regularly. I'm inspired by it.
She has a very sensitive meter to what's fair, right, and wrong. Her world has very little gray. In a world where there is too much gray, she's refreshing.
She can wear multiple hats successfully better than anyone I know. She's a wife, a pastor's wife, a mom, a physical therapist, a photographer, a friend, a laundry doer, a floor sweeper, a shower scrubber, a friend, a student, an idea-generator, a mission tripper, a chauffeur, and a counsel-giver.
She asks great questions.
She has seen hard times, stared them down, and come out better for them.
She has a creative flair that pops up in her scrapbooking, photography, and other areas.
She wanted to adopt first.
I love you Ginny Henderson. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. And I wouldn't want to do this life with anyone else.