She is a good woman. She is also hard-headed, ornery, and yes, sometimes so stubborn that I quit trying to explain my point - Thank God that those times are far and few between around here.
As I said, she is a good woman. She has been a great friend and companion. She is exciting and her laughter fills a room - it echoes in my heart. She is half crazy sometimes, and yes, I've found that this is keeping me younger and happier than I've been in forever.
I know that it might seem to you folks reading this that I'm only concerned about what she does for me. And I guess that's a part of love, isn't it? Doesn't a lot of love have to do with what the other person does for you?