What a lucky guy I am...no...really...I am!...the luckiest guy in the world!...and let’s put aside the fact of my recent arrival from the hospital and my new physical disabilities because I actually got the chance to meet the queen! At my own house even! This is no joke! And not only did she grace me with her royal presence, but she also treated me with some dignity, gentleness, kindness, care and respect! All at once! And most Importantly, she gave me a surprise gift so beautiful, so rare and so vital that a person has never given me before in my whole life....she gave me the unique gift of hope!! Hope to continue living...Hope to continue fighting...Hope of my self-importance...Hope to look forward for tomorrow...and most of all...Hope...to ever walk again. And she supported all this without asking for any favors in return, so one day I was feeling sorry for myself as usual because I was becoming frustrated with the incapabilities of my broken body and I finally asked her, “Why do you keep doing this for me...huh...why me?” She raised up her hand and showed me a wedding ring on her finger and said, “Because I love you...I thought you knew that already?”
This strange-odd feeling placed a warm blanket over my heart and I started to get a little teary eye as my head exploded with different levels of emotion. “Wow!” I thought to myself, “True Love really does exits!” She dipped a small wash cloth in a plastic basin filled with soap and water and gently started scrubbing my upper back because, at the time, I didn’t quite had the full functions of my arms and legs than suddenly I began to realized the extent of sacrifice this true queen was committing for herself to actually take the time to feed me, bathe me, clothe me and keep me warm, but most of all, she was constantly by my side to prevent me from feeling useless, empty, lonely and despaired from overwhelming my inner thoughts, yet, there were other commitments she had to fulfilled, which was our household because the family responsibilities of a dedicated queen are a life-long obligation and never ending. Who is this person you dare call a queen you ask...well..I’m sure you’ve already figured that out by now...she is my lovely wife, Olivia...my beloved queen.
You see... when you get involved in a serious tragedy, for instance in my case a car accident, and you find yourself unable to properly attend to yourself, you start to wonder..Who’s going to take care of me? How am I going to get around? How am I going to support my family? And suddenly you start to feel the weight of the whole wide world on your shoulders no matter how many visitors come to see you and tell you that everything is going to be alright...How did I know that for sure? Thank the Good Lord that I married the right woman because she automatically took the reins and became the person in charge of my life not only as my wife, but as a laborer of everyday household duties like controlling the family finances and bank account, paying the bills, full-time babysitting, cleaning, washing, cooking for a family of five then to deal with any last-minute family crisis that comes along or any unwanted personal mishaps and then have to attend to me! Let me tell you my brothers and sisters...a woman of many hats was a clear under statement in our house!
Then I thought of the past people in my life (with the exception of my family) that would of done what Olivia has done for me and the answer kept coming back as none...zero...nothing! Yet my wife of 15 years stood by me every inch of the way feeling the same pain and suffering that I felt, the bad news and disappointments that I faced and the challenges and rough times that I endured...and yet we did it...together! Believe it or not she would even spend nights at my bedside in the hospital just to keep me company. “It just doesn’t feel the same when you’re not home.” She would say.
So as you can see, I consider myself to be very lucky man ...fortunate enough to have someone there waiting for me to help me, care for me, watch over me and not least...keep me company. She has completely drawn out the meaning behind the phrase “for better, for worse” of our wedding vows and have surely tested its durability. This Christmas is also her Birthday where I wish I had the richness of the world to completely embrace her in diamonds, but unfortunately, I’m just a pauper, who could only express his appreciation and gratitude in writing because...honey...talk is soon forgotten, but words on paper last forever! Olivia...Yo Te Amo (I love you)...Te Agradezco (I appreciate you)...Te Adore ( I adore you) Y Gracias (And thank-you) for everything you have done as a Grandmother...as a Mother...and as a Wife...for you truly are My Entrusted Queen. “Happy Birthday..Baby!” And Merry Christmas to all who read this!
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