When trying to describe the amazing job my wife does in supporting me… I would have liked to use an analogy. Nothing I came up with really said what I was trying to say.
She keeps me uplifted and where I’m supposed to be… just like a good bra.
She helps me in my daily walk… like a Dr. Sholes shoe insert.
She keeps me straight… like a retainer.
Like a neck brace… she keeps my head on straight.
She helps me take things slow when I should… like a speed bump.
Like a Jr. High yearbook photo… she reminds me of how far we’ve come.
She keeps me focused… like a locker room peephole.
She keeps me motivated… like a pound bag of Peanut M&M’s.
And last, but not least…
Like a glass of water from Mexico… she helps me get rid of my crap.
None of these things do her justice. She is truly amazing. I know that not only am I a better person because of her… but that my life, and every other life she shares hers with, is a better life for it. Literally, opportunities would not otherwise be a possibility without her with me. She is a close rival for 1st place in my heart… the only one who beats her is The One who gave her to me.