I trouble to find the words that express the admiration I have for my wife. The countless nights without enough sleep, the difficulties learning to breast feed Noah, the tears over fears of not being a good mother....all of this and she still presses on.
I served in the army for four and a half years, and she's the best soldier I have ever seen. To stand tall in the face of adversity, to smile at it, and to continue to march forward is something that cannot be taught, nor easily mimicked. I love her more each day because of this, and if I am half the father that she is a mother, I can be satisfied in knowing I was a good one. She is by all acounts ladies and gentlemen, a great one. Great.
So here is lesson of spring, admiration for the rose. Thorny sides make it difficult to touch, but the fragrance is so enticing, its beauty so amazing, that despite the pain, you will pick it, so as to make it yours. Having a child has been mine and my wife's rose, but mostly hers. The pains are worth the picking, always.
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