My wife is a saint because she takes amazing care of my Daddy (who has Lou Gehrigs) when I simply can't.
She's a saint because she loves me when I'm happy, mad, sad, or any other emotion I can put together.
She's a saint because she loves others as much as she loves herself..and would truly do anything to help someone in need.
She's a saint because the situations in life that have made me a cynic have left her exactly as caring as she was the day we met.
She's an RN in ICU...I think that qualifies one for sainthood all by itself.
She's Heaven, and exactly what I need.
(I know who the lucky one in this relationship is!)