On Being My Valentine

Begging your pardon for my bias, I am not exaggerating when I say that my wife is one of the most naturally gifted and talented people that I know. Only lack of ambition and a hidden shyness (although she is very extroverted among friends and acquaintances) have prevented the general public from being aware of her many and varied talents.

In addition to her day job working for my firm as office manager on a part time basis, she is an ordained clergy in the Episcopal Diocese of Fort Worth, serving as Deacon at St. Alban's in Arlington, and as of last night, she is vice-president of our Homeowners' Association. When she isn't handling the business affairs of my law firm, or performing her ministry in the Church, or dealing with the varied responsibilities required to maintain the integrity of our Homeowners' Association, she is producing commercial quality clothing, knitting complex patterns on blankets and other items she is creating, or visiting with our daughter and granddaughters in Korea on Skype. I have yet to see her do anything that she did not do very well.

Her days are a full 24 hours long, but with all of what she puts into them, they seem much longer.

And so, on this Valentine's Day of 2012, I dedicate this brief post to my wife, the Reverend Nancy S. Weaver. Sometimes crude, sometimes politically incorrect, sometimes funny, and sometimes deadly serious. But always compassionate and always delightful.

Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart!