I asked people (on here) to describe my wife in three words. One of her biggest fans ignored the three word bit and posted this:
When we, as young boys, had that one girl "next-door" that held us in thrall even before we understood "why'? There was just that beauty that bewildered us. As young men, "she" was that perpetual hard-on that often embarrassed us everytime, obcessantly, relentlessly, occurring with constant thoughts of "her"!
As career men, fathers and husbands, "she" has that indescribable "something" that manages to stir lustful thoughts in us doing the simplest "mother" things like rushing around getting the kids off to school, housekeeping, or gardening with a spot of dirt on her sweat-glistened cheek. Then slips into an "after 5" dress and make-up fit to present to Royalty.
As men in our mature years, she is that vision that brings to reminiscence ALL the beauty and mystique our decades of "girl-watching" has acquired!
Every picture of Mrs U captures and presents those images all at once, timeless and alive. The "girl-next-door", The Vixen, The Madonna, and The Goddess. . . and STILL "WE" are CAPTURED!
What else can you call her but. . . Wonder Woman!
Breathtaking!
I love that . So did Mrs U. She said it was beautiful and sent him a personal thank you
