The Seventh Of October

The older I get, the less patience I have for men who follow their wives around like little dogs, forever gazing up at Her Highness to see if she will drop a crumb of attention or affection or approval. I feel the same about grown men who let their children dominate their lives. Such men seem to be forever grinning. I do not understand the surface appearance of mirth in desperately sad men.

That being said, today is a supremely important day because it is my beloved wife’s birthday. While I am not nor have I ever been one of those fawning, submissive husbands, I love my wife deeply and respect her immensely. And she knows this.

I can say with no exaggeration that my wife is the best, most virtuous, most noble human being I have ever known in my life. I will never understand why she fell in love with the likes of me, nor why God loves me enough to bring us together.

Happy Birthday, my little Texas girl. I love you more than I can express.

~ S.K. Orr