The most beautiful woman’s birthday

So, first, let me admit…I do not know what I am doing.  This is my wife’s blog (hence this is “The Chief”) and I wanted to make my gratitude public as she does, and I wanted it to be a surprise.  The only problem is, again, I do not know what I am doing.  I also have crazy Brown Eyes destroying things, and Irish Eyes crying for my every bit of attention (How do you do it)…and this is where the post begins.  One quick note, My Beloved is driving back from getting her hair done in preparation for our eventful day.  So this post has to be so quick and straight to the point.  It will have no order, and will probably be full of grammatical errors…what can I say, I am a jarhead…

So, a wife is not only a best friend and companion through life…she is also a hero to her children.  A woman at heart is full of care and love, which is reflected onto her children.  Her children admire her, cherish her, and strive to have the heart she has.  On top of this, in a traditional home, the wife is the home maker, and a care taker.  She somehow juggles the utter chaos of raising children, while at the same time keeping a clean and organized home.  And to boot, she has to feed this chaotic mess.

My Beloved (I love this nickname for My Wife…Ref. Song of Songs) is all this and a bag of chips.  She exemplifies our Beloved Blessed Mother Mary.  Seeing her sacrifice so much, including sleep, is nothing more than greatness.  I sometimes feel like St. Joseph, whom we tend to see in the background of most famous paintings.  People claim that is due to his humility, which is true, but sometimes I think it is also in wonder.  As St. Joseph, seeing my wife embrace our little children, or when she cares for the older children’s Boo Boos, or even when she educates the children in the kitchen…I sit back in wonder and amazement…this is my wife.  God created this beautiful woman for me…and why did I deserve such greatness.  As St. Joseph, I am amazed at God’s beautiful creation and the way that My Beloved does it.

Also as St Joseph, I am a better man by a woman who is better than me.  Not to put down the greatest man and my hero, but he was human.  I bet in their early years, St. Joseph had to bite his lip in frustration and impatience saying something like “Oh, they are sooooo perfect…” or “I am so sick of always being wrong.” But like me, he is so grateful for being wrong.  Like him, I have learned everything from my wife.  I have not only learned to be a better father and husband…but most importantly, I have been brought to a deeper relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ because of her example…

Ok, she is now on her way…so a quick end to an impossible post.  How can one explain his admiration and gratitude for such a gift…I cannot.

To My Beloved…words cannot express my love for you.  I fall more in love with you every day, and as Brad Paisley states so well…I thought I Loved you Than.  As we grow older and watch our children turn into fine citizens and deeper their own personal relationship with their Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I cannot wait to sit in our rocking chairs, and look back.  My Beloved…Happy 39th Birthday…I love you so much.  Thank you for saving my life…