Last night, after having my fill of late night shows, I decided to go to bed. I checked on our baby and tucked him in a second time, just to make sure the blankets don't get pulled from under him when he stirs. After that, I lie down beside my wife. With her back to me, I casually drape my arms around her. She stirs and turns to me. Still fast asleep, I lie there watching her face. The wind from the electric fan was blowing wistfully at the hair on her forehead. She had a tiny smile on her lips. Her whole face radiated with beauty. I was not of the skin-deep superficial beauty we've come to expect of other people, but rather a beauty that seemed to radiate from within. It was almost surreal, almost like an invisible aura that one could only see if your own eyes went beyond the physical; always there but not always seen. She's as beautiful as the day I met her.

I met her eight years ago. She and I were never really close, that is until we spent more time with each other a year and a half ago. It all started with cupsof coffee over my breaks. It was destiny, I tell you. How else could I describe it? We became close when the time was right. I came scathed from a flurry of relationships that didn't seem to work. She came from a long-term relationship that ended in anger and resentment. We were the perfect match because of one reason -- we had the ability to heal each other emotionally. We fell in love and it seemed that all the world faded in the background. And that was it. We got married after five months. It's funny to look back now and realize that the only thing we fought about back then was time. We could never get enough of each other's company, with her hectic work schedule and my neurotic outbursts complicating things a bit. I decided to propose when I realized that was going to be a problem for us. Pretty practical solution, enit?

When I closed my eyes last night, she was fast asleep. I couldn't bring myself to sleep for about 30 or so minutes. I kept opening them again to look at her. I was mesmerized each time I did. I whispered a prayer to thank God, for he blessed me with a wife I love dearly.