When I think about your mother, how would I describe her?

I have written enough about my siblings for a while, so I'm going to skip to this question about your mother.
   It would be easy to define Mom in terms of her disabilities, but that does not give a very accurate picture.
   Your mother is a very headstrong individual.  She isn't easily intimidated or swayed when in an argument.  She does not accept my opinion on things just because I know a thing or two.
   I realized early that this was a blessing.  I know that I would not have cared, for very long, to be with someone who had no back bone.  It has meant that I have to explain, present evidence, argue, etc.  Often I have used my angry or impatient voice when in these discussions.
   "How long have you known me?  How often do I do the cooking?  How often have I messed up a dish I was cooking?  Then why won't you believe me when I tell you...blah, blah, blah."
   So, we have had these little arguments often.  I wouldn't have your mother give in just because I think I know everything.  These little rough spots in marriage usually smooth out over time.  Couples that fit together perfectly are not ever found randomly.  But over time the rough spots wear each other smooth, and the result for the couple who love each other and are dedicated to the proposition that marriage is the supreme or highest form of humanity--the result for such a couple is that they come to fit each other perfectly as the work together over time.
   Mother is a woman who accomplishes things.  She is conscious of time and pushes to be ready on time, whether we are leaving for a vacation or leaving for church.  As a Relief Society president she took visiting teaching out of the cellar and into the stars.  She did this by shear effort and attention.  Your mother is ten times more dedicated to her callings than I have ever been.  For her it is a badge of honor to get things done.
   Mother does not hold grudges.  She does not hang on to old mistakes and bludgeon me with them when we argue.  She hasn't been dedicated to the old saying, "Never let the sun go down on thy wrath."  When she reaches a point in an argument from which there is no moving forward, she usually goes to bed, sleeps on it, and wakes in the morning forgetting the issue.  I don't mean forgetting in the sense of not being able to remember, but that she lets it go.  This has been hard form me, because I am a "Don't let the sun go down on your wrath" kind of guy.  And, I usually want to end arguments with mother admitting that I was right and asking me to forgiver her.  Well, that's never happened.  Well, maybe it did once, but your mother has always defended her own honor and dignity.  I've learned to live with that.  Mostly it has taught me to be a better man and to never challenge her honor and dignity by forcing my will in an argument.
   Because Mother doesn't hold grudges long or continue arguments past a day our marriage has been one of bliss and happiness.  I have had to learn to try and be the same.
   Mother has always loved to read.  In the early years she read romance novels by Barbara Cartland.  I teased her about these.  She gave them up.  With her children she has read the likes of Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings.  Now she reads YA fiction and keeps her Audible account busy buying and exchanging books.
   Mother has always been a hard worker.  While I was working on my Bachelors Degree and doing my student teaching mother worked at the Pleasant Grove nursing home, at the elementary school's lunch room, and as a cashier at the grocery store.  We sorely needed the money.  Before Jacob was born Mother worked as a para-educator at Scott Community High School.  After Jacob was born mother went to work on her Associates Degree and now uses that degree as a substitute teacher.  The sub directors love her because she is very flexible, willing to sub in any class at any age.
   A year ago I had a group of boys who made it their business to try and disrupt my class.  Their antics didn't bother me much, but when Mother subbed for me, they taunted her and bullied her to the point of tears.  It was then that I realized that I couldn't let the students deal with me the way that I had, or they would treat my subs that way.  So, I began cracking down on them and over the past year has set records in sending boys to the office.  I have high hopes that next year's students will adopt the new culture of "We respect the teacher or the sub."
   When Mother and I made the decision to move to Missouri, she never once complained; instead she has been 100% supporting and enthusiastic.  I feel terrible about moving the daughter of wealthy parents into a shed, but she has never felt that way.  Our first summer here I spent in professional development for Monett high school.  Mom spent the summer scrubbing out the shed to kill the black mold which was everywhere.  Mother has never complained about living in poverty.  She has never said, "I'm sick of living like this," or "Why can't you be a better provider." She truly lives the old wedding covenant, "for richer or for poorer."
   Mom has shown incredible strength facing my cancer.  She cried when we first found out, but since has been the greatest support to me.  She has truly lived the covenant, "in sickness and in health."
   Mother doesn't like to cook.  (Don't tell her that I said that.)  And she's too distracted by other things that she would rather do.  Cooking requires tender loving care.  You can't do that out of a book.  So, I have often offered to do the cooking so that I could eat my cooking instead of hers.  There are some things that Mother is very good at.  She wanted to learn how to make bread like my mother and I taught her.  She never gave up when she produced a wheaten brick (which didn't happen often).  But she was determined and learned and became very good at it.  These days she doesn't bake much anymore because she is avoiding carbs.
   Mother has never "let herself go."  Aunt Lee commented to Uncle Joe when Mom and I were first married something to the effect that, "She's good looking now, but wait until she's had a few kids."  And later she was surprised to see that Mother kept her self in good shape.  This was never a worry for me, and it isn't something that I would ever have pestered her about.  (Given my weight, I never would have been in a position to do so.)  Mother takes care of herself.  On the other side of that coin, Mother has never scolded me for being out of shape.  She has never tried to slap a donut out of my hand.  Hahaha.
   Mother is dedicated to the gospel.  This was the thing that persuaded me to pop the question.  Mother was attractive physically, but her speech was slow due to the train accident.  But she did have a great faith in the Savior.  She sometimes worried about the strength of her faith--why wasn't she immediately and completely healed from her accident?  But, in fact she has incredible faith and has overcome the effects of her accident, raised five children, served in the Church in many callings at all levels.  Over time her speech has improved.  Her walking has improved.  Her cognitive abilities have grown.  She has progressed in every way.  All of this has come about gradually, but through her great faith and the promises of the priesthood. I can't say that I could see that Mother would progress so far.  The doctors told me that she wouldn't progress any further than she was at the time I met her.  I married Mother because of her faith and because the Spirit guided me and directed me.
   Mother is constantly encouraging.  All the time she tells me that she is lucky, meaning lucky to have me.  That show of appreciation feeds my soul.  Of course, I tell her that I am the lucky one.  When I think of the guys who could have had her, but rejected her because of the changes brought on by the train accident, I feel like the King of Burgundy in Shakespeare's King Lear who marries Lear's banished daughter, Cordelia, saying that he takes up the gem which others have cast away.