We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
"Th'epistles were th'apostles' wives," some funny man once said, but little of these ladies lives are written to be read. But I've a wife, who'd volumes fill, if I'd know where that I could start. From joyous days to journeys' thrill, each novel from the glowing heart. A cut-up, she doth mold the hair for clients, friends, and family. Some newly-coiffed doth make me stare, unknown in elegance or whimsy. Be known to thee, my dearest friend. A wife invests thy days. Choose wisely, and do not amend her thoughts, nor the things she says. In years to come, we must coffee sip, comparing life notes, all. For if our tongues did lightly trip, our shoulders will catch our fall. by Jay O’Toole on May 1st, 2025 ![]() |