It’s 10pm on a Friday night. I look across the room at her, my beautiful Bride, walking down the hall from the laundry room – her hands tired from 21 years of vacuuming and laundry; her body, a little tired from birthing and trying to keep up with eight kids 7 – 20; her weary mind, ready for the welcome of her pillow.
She looks at me, and smiles.
So, what has changed in 21 years? Everything . . . and nothing. Those eyes, they’re still dancing because in becoming all those things to so many people, she never stopped being the woman I married on that day at the Rhododendron Garden in Portland, Oregon.
She never stopped wanting to be held.
She never stopped enjoying a walk holding hands.
She never stopped desiring to be desired.
She never stopped longing for the truth contained in a sincere kiss.
Why? Because, like your wife – like every wife, She’s Always A Woman.
Hey Babe, are you available to date this guy who is in love with you, say, tomorrow night?
Life is short. Love her well.
FAITHFUL MAN® 