On September 12th, 1954 a little girl was born in south St. Louis. One little girl born in one hospital, in one city, on one planet, at one precise moment in the vastness of space and time. A miraculous occurrence that made the world better and more beautiful. Simple words to describe what happened when Jane was born—goodness and beauty increased in the world.
But Jane didn’t keep this goodness and beauty to herself—she shared it by loving. Everyone who has ever touched or been touched by Jane has felt the warmth of her love. The circle of her love and concern begins with family but extends to the whole world. If the world was full of people like her, how beautiful it would be. She is a shining star in a dark world, she is incorruptible, she is impossible not to love.
I don’t know if my love for my wife is important in the whole scheme of things. I don’t know if anything is. But I know that my life is richer and happier and less lonely and more joyful because of her. And I know the world needs love because it makes life worth living. Meeting Jane long ago rendered the inevitable loneliness of life more than tolerable, it rendered life meaningful. What began as a glance has lasted a lifetime. I was blessed.
Still, my words are powerless to express my love. Maybe I can say it in a song.