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She’s blue Jim. Though the photo really does a crap job showing it because our house has terrible lighting. Everything turns out sepia. I think my house has sentimental feelings about every memory. I’ll post better pictures tomorrow with natural light.
In support of hacksawjenny’s “Star Trek nerds are awesome too” I offer my kick ass wife in her Star Trek uniform.
I’m pretty sure I like red hair best of all. This will change as soon as I see the next shiny thing.
That’s right. My adorable wife. I get to live with her. I certainly married up.
My beloved, darling, beautiful, and amazing wife is feeling down today. There’s a loss of confidence she’s feeling that no amount of compliments nor comfort can diminish.
This doesn’t stop me. To quote an ancient philosopher, if I believe in one thing, I believe in her. That’s why I’m posting these photos. She wouldn’t want me to, but I am anyway. My wife is quiet. Alarmingly witty, dangerously intelligent, but quiet. She doesn’t seek glory, but like all of us she desires it.
Just look at this afghan she made. Look at the detail, the intricacies. Look at how the tree branches intertwine. If you look carefully at the bottom in the first photo you’ll see a hidden Mickey. She made this for a friend’s wedding and they are huge Disney fans so she put a Mickey head in there. That’s the type of artist she is. She hides personal touches in something of such amazing complexity.
That’s the thing about my wife. She’s like this afghan. She’s beautiful and complicated. She’s complex and woven from gentle material. She’s functional and artistic. But hidden beneath all of that artistry and craftsmanship she’s ultimately delicate.
And that’s why I love her.
Been noticing photos of Trek girls. Just so you know, my wife’s way cuter. And much sassier than Yeoman Rand ever would have been. Kirk wouldn’t have known what hit him. Now that her hair is orange I should get her to retake this…
My daughters flank their mom at a wedding. Each bridesmaid had a specific color, with matching Chucks.
Random post of wifely appreciation. I’m a lucky man. Not only is she adorable but she’s talented too. Painter, knitter, designer, clothes maker. She loves Star Trek, puts up with Star Wars and is a movie quoting machine. She’d rather watch a good sci fi film than a romcom any time. Plus she’s incredibly open to all the crazy musical avenues I find myself wandering down. German metal? Sure. Chicago blues? Absolutely. Indie rock? Of course! Field recordings from the 1930s of Appalachian musicians? Fantastic!
In about a month it will be the 14th anniversary of our first date. Yes, I remember the date because it certainly became the most important turning point my life has ever taken. I know some people don’t enjoy marriage, don’t want it, don’t need it. And that’s cool. But I like it. I like being legally bound to this incredible woman.
And I’m looking forward to chasing her around a retirement community in my wheel chair while making inappropriate comments to her.
