She was ordinary. She never stood out from the crowd but he saw something else in her. Yes, she was average. Gray like the clouds that hover with the promise of life giving rain. Sweet like the milk flowing from a mother's warm breast. Plain like swaying fields of wheat that would feed struggle going families. Average like the work ethic that built our nation from dreams and dust. Humble like the teacher glowing in the success of her students. Yes, she was ordinary