A woman, really, but also a girl. Both in the best possible sense of both words.
I’ve known her for ten years, been in love with her for seven, and married to her for five.
Today’s her birthday. I won’t tell you how old she is, because women don’t’ like that, but I’ll give you some hints.
She’s old enough o have been through events that would cripple most people. Stuff that scars some folks so deep that they shut out the world and retreat into themselves forever. But she didn’t do that. She bit her lip and decided to keep her hands open.
But she’s young enough to be in love with music in the most non-jaded un-cynical way ever. She loves every kind of music and doesn’t believe in guilty pleasures or being too cool to listen to anything.
She’s old enough to have gained genuine wisdom about the way the world works, how people behave, and why life isn’t always fair - but you won’t see her vomiting out platitudes on Twitter, writing condescending blog posts, or tooting her own horn all over the internet. She chooses her words carefully, and saves them for the times when they’ll do the most good.
But she’s young enough to tell lots of jokes, sometimes dirty ones, laugh a lot, and smile really easily.
She’s old enough to be a protective mother. She reads book after book, website after website trying to figure out hot to best care for our son and make sure he grows up in a healthy safe environment.
But she’s young enough to lay in the floor with him, and dance with him, and tickle him until he can’ barely breathe. Everybody assumed I’d be the one to make Jack Henry laugh, but he laughs at his momma more than anybody. And I love it.
She’s old enough to keep her head during trouble.
But young enough to cause a little bit of trouble too.
She’s old enough to have figured me out, and know how to make me happy.
But she’s young enough to keep me guessing.
She’s old enough to know passion isn’t everything and can ebb and flow.
But young enough to not let it go without a fight.
She is the best mother in the world, more of a wife than I could have ever asked for, and the kind of woman that makes me glad I’m a man.
I love you Sara, happy birthday!