My wife’s name is Lana. It becomes her for to me the name speaks of quiet, winsome beauty. Of course I usually call her Jane and to most of her family and High School friends she is "Janie".
No one name alone can speak all a wife is to her husband. Of course I have pet names for Jane: the common and meaningful "honey", the early-on endearment "baby-cakes", and one of my favorites, simply "lovely". There are others of course, some of which are none of your business!
Before we met I often wondered if I would meet a woman who would be my gift from the Lord. Jane is that to me, far better than I could deserve. She fascinated me from the first time we met. I stared at her across the room, annoying her so much I wonder that she ever looked my way. But she did and I am glad for it.
Jane is a remarkable person — I’ve always wished more people could know her better. Tenth of twelve children, she has a determination and love for life, mixed with a warm and gentle love that endears her to all she meets. She has amazing street smarts and common sense that often embarrass me as I see the contrast with my, well, cluelessness. There is simplicity without thoughtlessness, beauty without vanity, kindness without exaggeration, hospitality without flaw.
Jane does have other names. She is "Mommy" to Lawrence and Elliot; "friend" to more than I can count; "confidant" to so many; and "servant" – of the Lord and of all whom she meets.
Her precious Momma named her Lana Jane.
To me, for seventeen happy years, she is my Jane: my common sense, my gift from the Lord, my home.