“What’s She Like?”

/ Richard R. Barron

Someone recently asked me about my wife Abby. “What’s she like?” she asked.

I don’t know the real motive for asking a question like this, but I do know what she’s like.

She has bright, complex, intelligent eyes. She is confident. She is thoughtful about everything, and compassionate about everything.

Abby smiles for my camera recently. I never get tired of her face, the sound of her voice, her ideas, her smell.
Abby smiles for my camera recently. I never get tired of her face, the sound of her voice, her ideas, her smell.

Abby and I have never gone a day without saying “I love you.” We’ve never spent more than a day mad at each other. When I leave for work, she always tells me to be careful, and she always tells me I look nice. When we watch movies she cheers out loud for the good guys. When we watch sports, she cheers out loud for the home team. Sometimes she gets carried away and cheers for anything that’s happening in the game.

She is tactile and affectionate in just the right proportion as I am, which is very. She never turns down my hand or my kiss.

Abby loves animals of all kinds, and is abundantly kind to them. She cries when they suffer or die.

Abby loves sentimental anything.

Abby and I are in our 16th year of marriage as I write this. By any measure, that is a long time to be married. It has been the times of our lives.