I end this year with a tribute of my wife, Cris Evert Lato Ruffolo, my Wonder Woman.
– Jeff Ruffolo
Yes true believers, I am married to an Amazonian Princess.
No – thankfully not one who lived the majority of her mortality on an island filled with likewise hard bodied women, but an amazing beauty who truly can scale mountains, leap off of tall buildings while changing diapers with one hand.
Yes, I am married to Wonder Woman.
She is truly astounding.
Dressed either in common clothing or in her superheroine costume, my Wonder Woman is truly a wonder.
Every day she transforms herself into a ball of pure energy that turns red hot and when she leaves our small home every morning, she rears backward momentarily before shooting herself outward like a cannonball … a force of nature much like a volcanic fireball unleashed, running from morning until the wee hours of the next morning – from one meeting to another. Speeding from one newspaper interview to another – from one prospective customer and back again.
Yes, she leaves me to manage the Ruffolo homestead and the children solo but no complaints here. I could try and use Kryptonite to stall her progress. Heaven Forbid! I know my Wonder Woman would take that as a personal affront to halt her daily regimen of dragging way bad guys to the local hoosegow to face righteous and true justice.
Instead I applaud her every actions, staying wake until 2 a.m. to hear of her heroic exploits against the forces of this modern world and of her enumerable conquests.
Yes, they are endless.
So many of her foes have been vanquished and left as rubble on the ash heap of life.
There is nothing my Wonder Woman cannot do.
And when she finally, albeit rarely, make an appearance in the kitchen! I eagerly relinquish my position as head chef of Casa Ruffolo Uno and stand aside and watch the Amazonian magic she unleashes.
Dishes?
They are for peasants and not for my Wonder Woman.
Instead the entire focus is a blur of motion as creates food fit the Gods themselves… one amazing Filipino culinary creation after another that descends within our home from Mount Olympus herself.
My Wonder Woman has no Earthly clan … instead she was created from the clay of the mystic rivers of Athens herself.
She is divine … a Goddess descended from on high to partake of mortality for a short period of time before returning to the Paradise reserved for the worship of Athenians. Her prodigy are likewise demi-gods, the males granted the Holy Priesthood of the Gods who are in a preparatory stage to likewise leap from tall buildings.
Yes true believers, I am married to Wonder Woman.
I cherish each and every day that I am in her presence and so many times I have awaken in the wee hours of the morning to gaze at her lovely slumbering face on my pillow.
Truly no mortal man could be most humbly and gratefully appreciative for all that she is and all she does every day.
