My Hero, My Role Model (by Danie)

We all have a hero and a role model, and yes, they're not the same thing.

According to the Oxford dictionary, a hero is:

A person admired for courage, outstanding achievements and noble qualities.

A role model is:

Someone who's behaviour, example or success is emulated by others, and many adopt the positive traits and behaviour of a role model.

As I said, we all have a role model and hero, but mine are one and the same being - an AMAZING, SPOTLESS, BEAUTIFUL, MAJESTIC being - my wife!

I admire her for her courage - whatever life throws at her, she won't back down or lose her focus.

Her persistence and perseverance is next level, and she will finish whatever she starts.

Her outstanding achievements are too many to name.

Her respect and politeness are well known in all her doings, with the pleasant aroma of her noble qualities.

There are many who try to follow her exemplary life, but alas, there is only one YOU! Whether engaging with the fortunate or not so fortunate, your presentation is noble in word and deed.

I guess what I want to say is, if there is a lessor side of you, I have never seen it. I only see the perfect you no matter how imperfect, or ill, or damaged I am.

It is a known fact that all who meet you acknowledge: Heaven is missing an angel. That angel is with me! I am the only human that can unapologetically prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that my guardian angel is in fact with me.

Thank you for always giving your best; for your unconditional love; for yet another year spent by my side. What an honour and privilege for me to have you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY my love.

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