You know the one. The one who's beauty shines through a stained t-shirt and pony tail. The one who packs a yellow lunch because she loves her son more than she ever thought she could. The one who cares more about the character of her children than their appearance. The one who spends her free time making dresses and quilts and Bible covers and culottes. The one who pushes her husband to go outside his comfort zone in order to give a homeless man a jug of water. The one who calls a man to task in the WalMart parking lot. The one who is virtuous regardless of her dress. The one who wears a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. The one I call my dove, my bride, and my Jeanie.