I love my wife's joy

I think I am happiest when my wife is joyful... WOW, that's a revelation! But, really! When she's happy, and I mean really happy and joyful, then I am too.

I'm man enough and honest enough to admit that our relationship had been a little rocky for a couple of weeks. But yesterday, Cindy was just so joyful. Without thinking, she came up to me, and in a very sweet and joyful way told me what she had planned for the rest of the day after the church service. In the past, she would also most "fearfully" or nervously come to me, as if she expected me to disapprove, but not yesterday.

And then when I picked her up after I finished work, she was so happy about her manicure and pedicure and that a friend lent her some clothes (a dress) for a wedding we have this weekend. You know after a lot of emotional turmoil--NOT all from our relationship... A lot of character dealings in myself!!! But this is not the blog for that :) --to see Cindy so happy, just took a ton of weight off of my shoulders. Her joy lifts me up and strengthens me.

I love my wife.