When the good Lord was creating Navy wives He was into his sixth day of overtime and an angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?" And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to: 
 

*Be completely independent, but must be sponsored to be on base,

*Have the qualities of both father and mother during cruise,

*Run on black coffee,

*Be able to handle flu and move all her worldly possessions,

*Have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's broken valentine to a husband's weary day,

*Have the patience of a saint when waiting for the ship to come home,

*And have six pair of hands."
 

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pair of hands..no way."
But the Lord said, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem. It's the heart that must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separation, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so, and large enough to understand when she doesn't, and say "I love you", regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow..."
"I can''t," said the Lord. "I'm too close to creating something unique. Already I have one that heals herself when she's sick, can feed three house guests stuck in the area because of bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband from a pier or runway and understand that it's important to the country that he leaves."
The angel circled the model of the Navy wife very slowly: "It's too soft", she signed.
"But tough," said the Lord excitedly: "You can't imagine what this woman can do or endure."
"Can it think?" asked the angel.
"Can it think! It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m.!"
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. 
"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you, 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?"

"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."

"you're a genius!" cried the angel.

The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there"

 -by Lynn Bixler-