spoken true words — husband words. When at the right time, you clenched your teeth and gripped my hand so tight and put our baby in my arms . . . when you gave me that weary, satisfying smile of a mother . . . no words were needed. Your smile said, ‘‘I went through it for you.” Six times I have seen that same smile light your sweet face. Six times I have plainly read the mes sage. That is why you are precious to me. Since that first baby, your days have been long — twelve, eighteen and sometimes twenty-four hours— but you never complained. Since that first baby, your work has been hard and exhausting, but you have never gone on strike or applied for a raise. Since that first baby, you have become a nurse, dietician, pedia trician, hotel manager, counselor, teacher, preacher and a hundred other things a mother has to be. That is why you are precious to me. And now your children are grown and have children of their own and your limitless, unceasing love en circles their children. From our first and on to our children’s children you have be come. . . . Words fail me! I am glad you are asleep — as I look at you lying there words like “ sweetheart, lover, companion, friend, wife and moth er” sweep across my searching mind. These are good words, strong words, but they are inadequate to tell you what is deep inside me. Just for tonight I long to be a writ er or a poet . . . but I am just your husband. So in husband words . . . heart words . . . words you must believe and unde r s t and , sweet mother of my children . . . not only on Mother's Day but every day. . . . You are very precious to me. Editor’s Note: The author of this ten der tribute and the one to whom it is paid are both graduates of Biola. 13
T hey say a diamond is forever... . . . but it is much too hard and cold to convey how soft and warm your love is to me. You were only a girl when I slipped that golden band on your finger. Since then I have tried ten thousand times to put into words how deeply I love you. Since then by your actions you have proven how much you love me. That is why you are precious to me. When we could afford nothing more than cheap clothes, hamburg ers and an old house, you never complained. MAY, 1970
When travel made living out of a suitcase necessary, you sweetly shared my suitcase. When work required long separa tions which caused me painful lone liness, your letters always carried warm comfort. When I returned, you made me feel as if through my coming your world once again was complete. That is why you are precious to me. When the house of your baby was full and I told you you were beautiful but your mirror seemed to contradict me, the light in your eyes showed you understood I had
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