Chuck Norris, 83, is beyond grateful that his mom is turning 102. The star even wrote an article in her honor. And the way this lady smiles despite all the heartbreaking struggles she had to face tells us that life is a journey worth living despite its hardships.
102 years and still going strong.
Chuck shared an article on his Facebook page and expressed his affection and admiration for his mom Wilma who was born in 1921 and is ’’102 years young’’. The Hollywood star noted ’’What’s even more remarkable is that she is so full of life that she might make it another 100 years!’’
Norris then exclaimed ’’Mom, I don’t know what’s more difficult to believe: that you are 102 years old or that you have a son who is 83 years old!’’ Either way, he declared how ’’grateful’’ he feels to have her as his mother. He also noted ’’We’ve been through thick and thin in this life, and we are still going strong.’’
Chuck’s son, Mike, also posted a heartwarming video of his grandma as she gets presented with her birthday cake. He wrote ’’It is an honor to be your first grandchild.’’
She saved her son.
Despite her positive outlook on life and radiant smile, Wilma had a challenging life, raising her three children alone after Chuck’s dad abandoned them. Norris shared ’’Mom has been an example of perseverance.’’
He also noted that he was ’’nearly losing my soul to Hollywood’’, but his mother didn’t lose faith in him, and she prayed for his success and salvation. The star added ’’She even prayed for me to find a woman to change my life, and it worked.’’ In fact, Chuck has been married for 25 years to model Gena O’Kelley and the two are still going strong.
She’s a brave fighter.
Wilma had a complicated health journey, but she persisted and won her serious battles with cancer many times.
The martial artist explained that she has ’’has gone through roughly 30 different surgeries for a host of issues — and yet she’s still here to tell about it.’’
Family plays a central role in Chuck Norris’s life, and he welcomed his love child with open arms after 26 years of not knowing her.
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TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND — THANK YOU!
The room buzzed with a gentle warmth, a symphony of soft chatter and the clinking of glasses. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the silver strands in her hair as she stood, a gentle smile gracing her lips. “To my wonderful husband,” she began, her voice a little shaky, a little breathless, but filled with an undeniable love.
Fifty-five years. Fifty-five years of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and weathered storms. Fifty-five years of building a life, brick by brick, with the man standing beside her, his hand warm in hers.
“I truly love my husband,” she continued, her eyes glistening. “And I am so grateful for our 55 years of marriage. Our life hasn’t always been easy, has it, darling?” She turned to him, her smile widening. “But he has always been by my side, through every storm, every challenge, every joy.”
She remembered the early days, the cramped apartment, the late nights spent huddled over textbooks, their dreams as big as the sky. He had worked tirelessly, his hands calloused and strong, to provide for their growing family. She remembered the birth of their first child, the overwhelming rush of love, the fear, the sheer wonder of it all.
“Together,” she said, her voice filled with pride, “we raised five wonderful children. And now, we are blessed with eleven grandchildren!”
The room erupted in applause, a wave of affection washing over them. She remembered the chaos of raising five children, the constant hum of activity, the endless piles of laundry, the scraped knees and bedtime stories. He had been her rock, her partner, her equal.
“He has always been an incredible partner in parenting,” she said, her voice softening. “Reading to our kids, changing diapers, playing with them, and putting them to bed when I was overwhelmed. He never hesitated to help, whether it was inside or outside the house.”
She remembered the late nights, the whispered conversations over cups of tea, the shared dreams and anxieties. He had always listened, truly listened, his eyes filled with understanding. And she, in turn, had listened to him, offering her own brand of comfort and support.
“He does laundry,” she chuckled, a hint of playful amusement in her voice. “He cleans when I’m not feeling well, and even cooks a few times a week, simply because he enjoys it.”
She remembered the Sunday mornings, the smell of pancakes and bacon filling the house, the sound of his cheerful whistling as he worked in the kitchen. She remembered the evenings spent in the garden, their hands stained with earth, planting, weeding, and harvesting together.
“And when it comes to our garden,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “he’s right there with me, every step of the way.”
She remembered the quiet moments, the stolen glances, the unspoken understanding that flowed between them. Their marriage was a tapestry woven with shared experiences, mutual respect, and an unwavering love.
“He listens to me, and I listen to him,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “Our marriage has always been about partnership and mutual respect.”
She looked at him, her heart overflowing with gratitude. “Today,” she said, her voice trembling, “I just want to thank him in front of everyone, just like I thank him every day, for being by my side.”
The room erupted in applause once more, a standing ovation this time. He stood beside her, his eyes filled with love, his hand squeezing hers gently. He was her anchor, her confidante, her best friend. And she, in turn, was his.
As they sat down, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, she felt a profound sense of contentment. Their life, though filled with challenges, had been a beautiful journey, a testament to the enduring power of love. And she knew, with unwavering certainty, that she wouldn’t have changed a single moment of it.
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