My Sweet, Loving, Angel Of A Wife

I’d like to tell you a little bit about my sweet, loving, angel of a wife. That’s the way I introduce my wife in person. We’ve been married for just over eleven and a half years, and we were together for years before that. We still hold hands in public, and I’ve been know to give her a spin, swing dance style, and then pull her in close to me, while walking along.

I’m not sure if it was the first time I mentioned my wife in this blog, in a post titled “WHAT AM I THANKFUL FOR???“, but I know it was the first time I said I could dedicate a full post to her. Well it took me a while to get around to it, but here it is.

My wife is known by many names. The following is an incomplete list of aliases she’s been known to go by: Hon, Honey, Baby, Babe, Sweetie, Sugar, Sugar Pie, Sweetie Pie, Sugar Puddin, Sweet Cheeks, Sugar Lips, Love, Lover, Sugar Bear, Sugar Lips, Honey Bunch, Momma, Sexy, Sexy Momma, and the list goes on.

During our many years together we have spent some times apart. When ever such times would come about we would always stay in touch, by phone and by mail. At the end of every conversation and/or letter I would always make it a point to tell her “I love you, I miss you, I want you, I need you, I lust you, I trust you, I admire you, I respect you, and I appreciate you”. She’s never had to wonder, I let it be known.

We spend almost every moment of every day together. We even work together. We’re both truckers. We drive as a team. Other truckers always ask me “how did you get your wife to become a trucker”? I then have to explain to them that it was her idea. She got me to be a trucker. You know you have a very special relationship when you can live in a box on wheels with someone.

Friends and family are always commenting on the special relationship and love we share. We are often time asked what our secret is. I tell everyone it’s trust. Trust is more important in a relationship than love. Love can only get you so far, but with trust anything is possible.

My wife is my religion, the light in my life. On my darkest of days she gives me hope. On my coldest of nights she gives me warmth. On my roughest days she gives me a foot massage. On my saddest of days she gives me comfort. In my most angry of moments she calms my rage. In my happiest of moments she’s there to share them with me. I worship her. She is my sweet, loving, angel of a wife.

I’ve never known anyone so caring. I’ve never known anyone with more compassion. I’ve never known anyone more understanding. I’ve never known anyone so loving. She used to be the most patient person I knew, but I guess I rubbed off on her. That’s okay, she’s rubbed off on me too. We’ve come to a good middle ground.

And if all that weren’t enough, she can put up with me too. That is a very rare quality in and of it self. Come to think of it, she may be the only person I know that can put up with me. Yeah, she’s a keeper.

Did I mention she makes a wicked grilled cheese too? She even cuts them in half for me. She spoils me so good. It’s the little things that count. She doesn’t have to wow me with big things. The little things just keep coming. Her smile alone makes me feel good all over. She’s one hell of a lady, and I love her.