I knew it was you by the way the phone rang
I know that I write a lot about my wife. I can’t help it. She and I are joined at the heart. It’s not that she’s perfect. She’s not. Neither am I. We’re just perfect for each other.
We sit at our desks in our offices, just a few miles apart. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pulled up Yahoo Instant Messenger to send her a message and I’ve seen the little text at the bottom indicating that she is, at the very same time, typing out a message to me.
I would have posted an actual photograph of her so you can see how absolutely beautiful she is, but she claims that she isn’t photogenic. Although I do have a really good one of her sticking her tongue out at the camera. She would love that.
Nowadays, my fancy smart phone will allow me to designate a specific ring tone for specific callers, but I don’t have to do that. I know when it’s her. And even when I don’t know it’s her, I always hope it is.
I am too much pork for just one fork. Wow-I love the way you love me.
I am in awe of the love that radiates from the words of this post and I am inspired to leave more messages for my wife too.