Created to be his helpmeet

I know a lot of people scoff at the notion that I believe I was created to be his helpmeet, so I thought I would share this, which pretty much proves it.

I just found myself tagged in a note my husband wrote about me on facebook, and here it is. I don't think you can imagine the weeping that came out of me when I was done reading it--- what an honor and blessing. The funniest part was that when we talked about it later, he said that I was like that "most of the time." Guess I've got my work cut out for me. :P

Here it is.

THE GOOD WIFE, by Appian Nesbitt

The good wife is like the sun, constant and warm.
She can make a man's head hang down from the brilliance of her strength
And raises up all life with her warmth.
She is always found at good deeds, as the sun is always found in its circuit.
There is no task too menial for the good wife,
Only tasks that may be blessed by her hands touching them,
And those who are blessed by her accomplishments.
She's not always remembered for her deeds,
In fact rarely so.
When people remember her, they remember her kindness first,
And then if they think a little further they recall her deeds.
But all the same, we are beholden for the succor.
The good wife, the kind wife, is a boon.
She's not a scold or a nag, nor does she sing a dirge.
She loves her husband, loves him in spite of him, with a strange fascination.
As a man loves fighting in spite of its ugliness, she loves him in spite of his.
You've often seen it, a beautiful wife with her arms wrapped around her husband
Though he be fat and ugly, stupid and grotesque, uninteresting
Near destitute in morals and money, and yet she clings.
Her honor is dearer than life.
She can no more deviate from her affectionate nature,
Than a statue could bend its knee without breaking.
She is a good wife, the heart of honor.
She is only found at scolding to increase her man's honor,
To spur him on, not for her vanity, but for his.
Other wives are jealous of her, bad wives pretend they are her,
Good wives keep her company, and the dull wives try to convince her
They are her equals. But she is unmatched, save for other good wives
Those epic feminine souls whose good humor and delicacy echo from antiquity
With a haunting vigor... the immutable legacy of noble women.
The shame of vulgar men, the honor of good men,
The mother of all. She is a silent legend
Walking in a world of the blind, who can only hear the scuttle of her feet.
She is strong. She is the Good Wife.

Addendum: and today he changed his status to:
" O my dear wife! She's as hard, as useful, and as beautiful as flint. She's the tip of my arrows (children), the edge of my knife (home), and the flint in my lock (bed)... o, she's a lady, mark that. My Barbara..."

What an honor to be the wife of a man who loves her so.