My wife, Denice, is a good person. She loves Jesus, and has a heart for the elderly and children. She hates to see people in need or hurting. She knows how to love.
Denice has been hurt in the past, yet she holds no unforgiveness or hate for anyone. She has forgiven sins against her that some would label as unforgivable. This proves real strength and maturity of character. She is an inspiration to me.
Denice is honest. She is the most forthcoming and real person that I have ever met. When we first met, she laid herself bare before me, not even knowing how I would react. She shared the intimate secrets of her life with me. It was on that first night, that I knew that she was the one for me.
Denice is a person of great intelligence. She has an ability to learn and understand that eclipses my own, even though she doesn’t think so. She remembers things that I often forget. I would probably be lost without her. I know without a shadow of a doubt that she could do absolutely anything that she set her mind to do.
Denice thinks for herself. She does not go along with the crowd if she knows that they are wrong, no matter how popular the dogma. She is not afraid of parting company with the sheep, even though she knows they will mock her for it. She will try her best to lead them away with her before the poor souls meander blindly through the slaughter house doors.
Denice is determined. When she knows what she wants, she will fight for it, and not give up. I have seen this in our struggle to get in shape. When ever we stumble, it is always her who makes sure that we get back on track. Without her, I would probably weigh 500 pounds right now.
Denice loves animals. She took in a homeless beagle, who was starving and at death’s door, and nursed him back to health. Now, he is a healthy little hound dog. I love the compassion she has. It is one of her best qualities.
Denice has a beautiful voice. She sings in the church choir, and is really good. She has the voice of an angel.
Denice is a true friend. Heck, she is my best friend. She is always there for me. She loves to just hang out with me. She is fun to play board games with. She even lets me win occasionally. And she always defends me when people talk smack about me. She’s got my six.
Denice has a good sense of humor. She laughs at most of my jokes. She usually slaps me upside the head for the ones that cross the line, but that’s ok. Sometimes I go overboard with the comedy, and need to be set straight. Over all though, she thinks I’m pretty funny.
Denice gets me. She understands me more than any other person on the planet earth. I have shared things with her that I have shared with no other human being. Sure, she has a lot of blackmail dirt on me, but that’s all the more reason not to tick her off. Kidding.
Denice has mind powers. Well, sort of. She seems to know what I am thinking or feeling without me even telling her. She says that she is reading my body language, but I think she is secretly scanning my brain. This is really cool. I wish I could do it.
Denice is absolutely beautiful. I know some people might think it’s shallow of me to recognize this, but I can’t help it. She is hot! She has beautiful blue eyes, and golden blond hair. I love everything about her body. She has soft, smooth skin, and curves that drive me insane. She smells good all the time, and is just plain easy to look at.
Denice is crazy and adventurous! Once, she went with me on a totally pointless and long quest to find a place called “Toad Suck.” I can’t even remember what state we were in, but we passed an obscure sign on the side of the road that said “Toad Suck, next exit,” so she went with me to find this mysterious place. We ended up getting lost for a few hours, but we eventually found it. And it really did suck too. It was the lamest place in the world, but finding it was an awesome adventure that we shared.
Denice loves children. I know that she will make a really good mother one day, because she loves kids, and is really good at taking care of them. She wants to be a mother more than anything in the world, and I know that when the Lord blesses us with ours… she’ll be the best.
And finally… Denice chose me. When I proposed to her, she said yes. She didn’t have to, but she did. She put all her trust in me, and accepted me as her husband. More than any other reason, I love my wife because she is mine. God gave her to me, and me to her. I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Happy Anniversary Baby!
