A wife like Carrie-Anne, who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
She selects wool and flax, pizza dough and hamburger meat, and works with eager hands.
She provides food for her family and portions for her girls.
She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in long johns and thermal socks.
She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in blue jeans and her “In Dust We Trust” sweatshirt.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue, regardless of whether the kids at Tascosa are paying attention or not.
She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness; unless it’s Little Caesar’s Crazy Bread, she could sit there and eat that for days.
Her children arise at nearly noon on Saturdays and call her blessed; her husband also, but much earlier, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things, but you, Carrie-Anne, surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Give her the reward she has earned (a 90-minute deep tissue massage at Bella Luna) and let her works bring her praise.

Happy Birthday, Carrie-Anne. I love you.

Allan