Mrs. Holloway

Mrs. Holloway

Please allow me to introduce Mrs. Holloway. Normally, I would let her speak for herself because I do so adore her tactful diction and addictive rhetoric, and she knows it. Gladly in this case and others, she has no problem taking a step down and letting me handle things. She supports me in all my endeavors. She knows that support doesn't necessarily mean approving of the things I do. She often times show her support by catching me when I fall. More often than not she'll interrupt my ventures progress if she foresees the fall in the first place. Look at me saying interruption as if it were to actually continue on to my demise. Nevertheless, this is about her. She would deem it more of a redirection and I like that.

She has ways of making me feel better about the worst things. She's an optimist just like me. When she tells me I'm wrong, she does it ever so gently so that I have no fight against it. Every word coming out of her mouth, telling me not to get that midlife crisis motorcycle, sounds like music to my ears.

This woman is truly god's gift and god's child as well. She knows the word well and has no problem waking me up out of a 2 hour sleep because we have to go to church. "A family that prays..."

She graduated with an engineering degree and always jokes how she's more likely to be able fix things than my business degree having self. I always say, "Ya momma!" We laugh together. We/I/She loves our/her/my sense of humor.

I feel enlightened by her with every letter passing through her full lips. She listens to me. Even if I don't think that I'm getting to her, I see her making life changes based on the good advice I give her. She caters to my ego. She makes me feel like I have it all when I'm just brushing the tip of the iceberg. One time, she took all my credit cards and cash out of my wallet and only brought my ID cards so that she could pay for dinner without my opposition.

She's so clever. It’s because she learns well. She moldable like a piece of clay becoming art, all the while standing ground on things that are important to her with sound reason. Again like clay got has used his hands and shaped her into an hourglass.

Her stature eludes me sometimes. I would hardly know considering she loves her six inch heels. I have no problem with her sew in, because it stays sewed in. Even when she exposes her natural hair, it’s always time put in and it shows. She realizes there is no reason for someone to care if she doesn't. You would think that she only pays retail price by her looks. Would it really matter the answer? Now you know about Mrs. Holloway. I can't wait until she gets home. (Living Document)