Amy's 'momentary trouble'

I look at her and see a frailness…a certain fragileness that wasn’t there a year ago. With the weight she has lost and the pain she endures, she feels she’s lost aspects of her womanhood that she fears she’ll never reclaim. She turns to me and apologizes for having changed…for not being the woman she once was…the woman I married. I look at her incredulously, tears welling in my eyes; I softly tell her she’s wrong. Like a delicate flower in full bloom, she’s full of beauty and sweat aroma. The smoothness of her skin and softness of her hair, like petals. Her long slender legs, the stem. There may be many things that she can not presently do, but she’s still Amy…sassy…headstrong…who loves to put her ice cold feet on my warm legs…a mother who loves her children and has ALWAYS placed their needs before hers…a woman who loves her husband and continually strives to make him happy.
Her love, dedication and sacrifice have set a bar so high that we, the recipients of such, can only hope to reach half as high. Has she changed? Hardly! Her steadfastness, perseverance, endurance and ability to overcome, puts all of us…well, at least me…to shame.

This is Amy's story as seen and told by me – V