The Fruit Of Her Hands

I'd like to write a little bit about my wife here. I'm sure you would agree that it would take a special person to put up with me. The topics of this blog are basically my everyday conversation. Well, it's at least the thoughts while the conversation is going on. This may explain some of the things that I do...this for example: Last week I had an eye doctors appointment after work. Now I always wear a turtle-neck piece, a dickie, under my shirt...winter or summer. I dressed quickly to get to my appointment and pick up my new glasses. I picked a very wide frame and wondered if it might be too wide for as I tried the glasses on everyone seemed to be looking at them. When I got home my wife said "I hope you didn't go to the optometrists like that?"  Actually I'm used to this kind of comment from her. I started checking my clothes. The back of the dickie was hanging out. I demonstrated it for the guys at work the next day and one shouted "Superman!." My wife has a profession while I have a job. She has served our community and supervised employees for 35 years now. She is the best at it in my opinion and I think that opinion is shared by many others. Quite a few young women worked for her over the years and went on to the same profession, a testament I think about how she takes pride in her work and that that desire to serve the community is taken up by others because of it. She makes a little bit less than I do in my blue-collar job but has enormous responsibilities. It's a work of love with no union necessary for self-respect or to tempt one to put money before the commitment. She never missed a beat in raising our son. She is always thoughtful to others and is tearful often as elderly friends and patrons, people of the community, pass away. She's the financial manager of the house with one exception for I'm extremely conservative on 401K investments because of my greatly diminished hope for a secure future for this beloved country of ours. We opened a bookstore once and she was there for me 100% even though she didn't think that it was the best idea. I don't even want to imagine what our financial situation would be like if I had to pay the bills every month. The first years were not easy. People want miracles as proof that there is a God but oftentimes the miracle is that God had a shepherds hook pulling us in and often a rod when we act up. He brought two lost people together and I will forever be thankful!