She Picked Me
That's a good place to start. She could have picked anyone, but she picked me, and that's wonderful all in itself.
But there is so much more. Where does a person begin to explain just how wonderful his wife is. I wake in the morning next to her, and the first thing I notice is how beautiful she is and how wonderful it feels to wrap my arms around her. I fall asleep to the same beautiful woman, snuggled into my arms, and as I hold her, I give thanks for her being there.
Everything in between is just amazing. All the little things she does to make my day wonderful are not only noticed, but I try and return them to make her day just as superb.
But it's more than just that. She is my best friend, and there for me no matter what. I can talk to her about anything and everything.
Even when I mess up, she is there for me. She is forgiving and non-judging and willing to do her best to understand. When my faults are most prominent, she is there with a smile, telling me it's my imperfections that make me beautiful. She is just always there.
Yes, we have our disagreements and our skirmishes, but she never holds things against me and she is always willing to listen. She is willing to compromise and meet me half way if that is what is needed.
She is not afraid to tell me when I'm wrong, when I'm out of line and when I need to get my sh!t together. but she doesn't do it in a condemning or complaining way. She is positive, accepting, and understanding.
She is my lover, my best friend, my soul-mate, and if needed, my care-giver. She is everything and the word wife just doesn't do justice.