30 Days of writing: Day 7
Tonight I am going to write about my wife:
Jennifer Andrea Tyrrell
I love this woman more than my own life.
She means the world to me (and more).
She is the first thing I see in the morning and
The last thing I see at night.
She irons my clothes.
She cooks my food.
She cleans our house.
But that’s not why I love her (it’s just a bonus).
Just the thought of her is enough to make me smile.
She is the mother of my child(ren. Soon. Perhaps).
She is the one I want to hold when I wake in the dark.
She’s the one I want to hold when we walk (in the park… look! I can make it rhyme).
When I proposed I asked if she would put up with me for sixty years.
I hope we make it to eighty.
She makes the mornings worth waking up for.
And the days worth living for.
And the weeks worth working for.
And the months worth fighting for.
And the years worth dreaming for.
And this lifetime… well, it’s already more than I could have hoped for.
I love her and she loves me.
I can’t wait till our fiftieth anniversary (ooh, another rhyme… unintentional. (this time)).
Jennifer I love you with all my heart.