Thanks You, Ginny

I woke up this morning, Mothers day, May 9, 2010 and opened my eyes. In my
arms, snuggled against me, like every morning, was the mother of our children. She had
hers and I had mine, but she is the mother to them all.

I pulled her sleeping form to me and smiled. She was so beautiful in the sunlight
streaming through the open blinds. I held her and waited. The time would come. I felt the
warmth of her body next to mine. I savored the moment.

The room grew brighter. She stirred. I pulled her closer. In her sleep, she reached
for me, felt my love and continued to sleep. I lay there and stared at her beauty. When I
tell her she is beautiful, she says, "Pfft!" The modest one. I stared and waited. Her eyes
fluttered, then opened.

She saw my smile. "What?" She croaked. Her throat dry from sleep.

"I love you!"

She stretched and wrapped her arms around me. "I love you too."

"I love you more!" I kissed the top of her head.

Her head rested on my shoulder. "It's not fair!"

"What?"

"I know Sunday is your day to love me more, but it's Mother's day. It's not fair
you get to love me more."

"I think it is the perfect day to love you more."

She yawned. "How's that?"

"Because it’s your day. It is my day to say. 'I love you more.' but it is your day,
Gin. It's Mother's day. It's my day to show my love to you."

"OK." Confused, she drifted back to sleep.

I let the sun's rays warm my back and Ginny warm my front. In just a few weeks
we would celebrate our sixth anniversary. I raised my eyes to the heavens. “Thank you,
Lord for this beautiful woman. I was so lonely after Georgia died. Thank you for the new
love you provided.”

The memory of our trip to New York City to get married is always fresh in my
mind. I hold Ginny and remember the moment we said, “I will!” and kissed as husband
and wife for the first time. A warmth flows through me. On the trip home from our
wedding, my heart pounded. We married quickly after a short courtship. Was it the right
decision? Many didn’t think so. They worried we would never make it. Were they right?
Holding Ginny now, after six loving years of marriage, I know better.

This wonderful mother and bride is the blessing God bestowed on me, is the love
I prayed for. Thank you, Ginny. Thank you, God.

Michael T. Smith

Story ID:	6051
Written by:	Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Musings, Essays and Such
Location:	Caldwell Idaho USA
Year:	2010
Person:	Ginny