My wife
It’ll be three years in April that we’ve been married, and I’d never been with anyone other than her for three months. She’s everything to me, thirteen years ago when I first laid eyes on her she was everything to me. All those years we were apart while I was in prison, and then the happiest day of my life when she called me up to find me after I got out…I just never thought it would be like this. Not me, not mr. I’ll never get married. And with every passing day I look forward even more to growing old with her. With every passing day she makes my heart bigger, makes me believe in things like the human soul, reminds me I must have one.
It gets dark for me sometimes. She’s my light. There’s times I forget the words. She sings them to me. She’s brought me two beautiful children, within their innocence I’ve discovered something of my own thought lost. When I cant go on, she pushes me. When I’m at the edge, she pulls me back. I just cant imagine my life without her.
She’s my wife, my sweet Deanna and I love her so.
