A friend of mine introduced me to her over 35 years ago. I don’t know if it was love at first sight, but it was pretty quick. We were engaged 3 months later and married 10 months after that.
She’s the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met. She’s funny, beautiful, and strong when she needs to be, but always compassionate.
I watched her raise our sons. Without her organizational skills, our boys would have starved to death. She made sure our house was run well.
To this day, my favorite picture in my mind is her with the boys. Watching her love them—that was just stunning.
But recently, my whole opinion of her changed.
Most of you who know me know I was diagnosed with prostate cancer three years ago. Surgery was successful and everything has been great, but she was the one who got me through it.
I wish I could tell you I was brave. I wasn’t. I folded like a cheap card table.
Jeannie kept me sane through the process. She nursed and took care of me through my recovery. She talked to me in ways she knew I would hear. She knew I wouldn’t listen to someone telling me “it was going to be OK.” I needed facts and she had them.
She was strong, determined, and well, just amazing.
Tonight, I’ll take her out to dinner. I’ll try to find a way to tell her how much I love her and that I just can’t ever see my life without her. Of all of the men in the world, I’m the one most blessed.
Jeannie, I love you and all that you are.