Roots
and Branches

For my wife - the heart of our home.

Before I knew the gift of love,
God prepared my first impression—
a soft heart, steadying storms,
a quiet strength, true love's expression.

You've carried more than you know,
your smile never ceased to glow,
giving warmth when things felt broken,
turning every day to cherished moments.

Like roots beneath a growing tree,
you never waivered, always pleasent,
nourished every branch with care,
an example of God's greatest present.

Full of courage,
full of patience,
your love has built firm foundations.
Full of laughter,
full of faith,
a hope for future generations.

And one day when our voices fade,
your love will still be ever-present,
like roots running beneath the earth,
like branches reaching up to heaven.

Happy Birthday, my love.
I know I often fall short of deserving the grace and love you give so freely.
But I do see it.
I cherish it.
And I love and appreciate you more deeply than I could ever manage to say.
Thank you for the life you've helped make so beautiful, and for the memories we've made with our boys.
I Love You.