When the good Lord was creating navy wives, He was into His sixth day of overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble on this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
The Lord replied, "Have you seen the regulations? She has to be completely independent, must be sponsored to get on base, have the qualities of both mother and father during deployments;
Be a perfect hostell to four or 40, handle emergencies without military orders, cope with the flu and move around the world, have a kiss that cures anything from a child's torn valentine to a sailor's weary day, have the patience of a saint when waiting for the boat to return from sea, and have six pairs of soft hands.
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry. We'll make other navy wives to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem--it's the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of separation, beat soundly when it's too tired to do so, be large enough to say 'I understand' when it doesn't and say 'I Love You,' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "go to bed. You can finish that tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already, I have one who can heal itself when sick, feed unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and wave goodbye to her husband from a pier and understand it's important to the country that he leave."
The angel circled the model of the navy wife very slowly. "She's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this being can do or endure!"
"Can she think?" the angel asked.
"Can she think? She can convert 1400 to 2p.m.!" the Lord said.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy, sadness, pain, loneliness, and pride," the Lord said.
"You're a genius!" said the angel.
The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."
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