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She Still Calls Me Honey

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She Still Calls Me Honey

She Still Calls Me Honey


She Still Calls Me Honey


A Tribute To Marcia June Starr Ballestero

Who Has Been My Loving And Romantic Wife For Fifty Years.


No man has ever deserved a love so sweet as hers. Fifty years ago, Honey, was the first sweet name she called me when we fell in love, it’s what she still calls me now. I was very thrilled then and today I still am.

It started from the beginning when we both told each other, “I Love You!” Somehow, before the conversation was over, my new name became, Honey. It was just that easy for her!


  • It was exhilarating to know I was a Honey to the girl I loved most!
  • I felt cherished. I felt wonderful. I wanted to boast!


I’d never been anyone’s Honey before. I started walking around with that new Honeyfeeling and it created a tingling in my heart. I felt different. I acted different. I was different. I was her Honey!

For fifty years or so, whenever I’ve heard that name called in a crowd, I immediately turn because I know it must be me being called. After all, I now am the man named, Honey.


  • If I were a cowboy, the name wouldn’t have fit.
  • Had I been a Marine, I would have suffered a bit.


How does one become a Honey?

How did I become a Honey in her eyes?

By the way, what is actually the definition of someone who is a Honey?


Webster says that a Honey is “a person for whom one feels love or deep affection; a sweetheart, a darling.

Honey is an affectionate term of address to a romantic partner, lover, or sweetheart.”

“Something sweet, delicious, or delightful.”

“An affectionate or familiar term of address, as to a child or romantic partner.”

“To call someone Honey is to talk flatteringly or endearingly to.”


By calling me Honey

  • She is calling me her Sweetheart.
  • She is saying I am her Dear.
  • She is confessing I am her Lover.
  • She is bragging that her Heart belongs only to me.
  • That my Heart belongs only to her.


Even though by now she knows how imperfect I really am, she still calls me Honey. There have been days when lemon or persimmon would have described me much better, but she still called me Honey.


  • “Honey,” I like that better than… “The Old Man,” or “Dodo.”
  • It sure feels much nicer than… “Quail Head” or “Bozo”


Oh yes, when our babies were little, for their sake, she also added the name of Daddy in her vocabulary when they were in the room.

But now, even though our children are grown it is still the same. In our private moments, when she could call me whatever she really thinks of me, she still calls me Honey.


  • When I am upset or stressed, my name is still Honey.
  • When I have no money, my name is still Honey.


I have no memory of her ever starting a fuss. Yet, even when I was out of sorts, or out of line she still called me Honey.

  • When I’ve embarrassed her and myself, she still called me Honey.
  • When I needed to be put in timeout, she still called me Honey.
  • When I had zits on my face too horrible to kiss, she still called me Honey.
  • When I lost my hair, she still called me Honey.
  • When I didn’t preach well at all, after church she still called me Honey.
  • When some old friends criticized me and walked away, she stood by me and called me Honey.


She seldom ever calls me by the name my parents gave me. I’m always Honey to her. What makes her use that word? What have I done to deserve such a sweet name? Even when I’ve wrong, she still calls me Honey.


  • How do you get mad a girl who calls you Honey and means it?
  • How do you not respond sweetly to her words of endearment?


When I wake up, she says, “Good morning Honey!”

When I walk in the door she welcomes me home with, “Hi Honey.”

The sweetest words I can ever hope hear when answering my phone is, “Hi Honey!”

  • It still fires up my furnace and turns all the lights on in my heart!
  • I can still hear the Love oozing in her voice!
  • I can still see the Love radiating in her eyes!
  • I can still sense Romance as it walks into the room!


  • She doesn’t throw that word around like a waitress in some cheap diner.
  • She saved that word for only me, the one she chose to walk beside her.


Some say when a wife uses the word Honey that it soon becomes expensive for the man because some time and labor will certainly be involved. But, there have been no HoneyDo-Lists drawn up for me by her. I draw them up myself.

The things I do for her are the things I get to do for her as my way of showing appreciation and saying thank you for calling me Honey.


  • She says it like she means it with her voice so soft and sweet.
  • It’s the word romance is made of, there’s nothing that can compete


When she says Honey, she means it. She says in a way that:

  • Softens the harshness of life
  • Melts the feeling of pain
  • Creates a spontaneous smile
  • Nurtures the weariness
  • Embraces the hurts
  • And Comforts the soul


I have stood on the platform before huge crowds and referred to her publicly as “Sugar Booger.” Some people smile and shake their heads because they are embarrassed for my wife. There are many thousands and more who only know her by that name.

She has never bristled or looked embarrassed in public when I spoke those words. She knows that is not the name I use when we talk. When we are together and I am looking at her it only makes me think of words gentle, loving, soft and sweet, so I try to say them.

  • There is nothing harsh about her.
  • She doesn’t speak unkind words.
  • She doesn’t ever nag.
  • She never starts fights.


  • Her touch is soft and gentle; her words are just the same.
  • I am blessed to be around her and hear her call my name.


At this major marriage milestone of fifty years and counting, my bragging rights are still securely in place.

My special name is sealed forever in her heart and mine. I am the man she calls Honey… and I absolutely love it! I wouldn’t change it for the world!

She has spent fifty years calling me by the sweetness name she could think of. Her wondrous love for me could never be matched.


  • So as your Honey, I thank you from the depths of my soul.
  • Your love has nourished me and made me feel whole.


No man could have been made to feel his wife’s love than I.

No man ever deserved a love so sweet as yours.

No man could be happier with his marriage than I am.


Thank You, My Darling Marcia June Ballestero, For Loving Me Totally Without Restriction Or Reservation!

You’ve Made Fifty Years Of Loving You And Being Married Seem Like Just A Few Days…

And By God’s Mercy, It’s Not Over Yet. Because…

When We Get To Heaven And Start Looking For Each Other, The First Words I Want To Hear From Another Mortal Is You Saying,

Hi Honey!”


I Truly Love You,

Marty, (Your Honey)




Written by Martyn Ballestero

June 1, 2015 at 3:55 pm

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  1. I do not know if I have ever read anything more PRECIOUS! You have a gift my brother of putting your thoughts and feelings into words! Such a sweet tribute of a faithful, loyal wife and mother of your wonderful children! You have much to celebrate this year! Just wish you could take a year off to be with just her while you both still have your health. Praying you both are blessed with great health and abundant blessings as you continue to love each other! You both are fine examples of a solid marriage and what it takes to have one!!! Love and hugs!


    June 1, 2015 at 4:16 pm

  2. Congratulations on a wonderful marriage! You are a model to follow. God bless!

    Paige Givens

    June 1, 2015 at 6:11 pm

  3. I love the way you have with words! Happy Anniversary!!

    Nila Marxer

    June 1, 2015 at 10:54 pm

  4. Thank you!


    June 1, 2015 at 10:57 pm

  5. Congratulations! This is the sweetest thing I have ever read!:)♡ God bless you both.

    Margaret Franklin

    June 1, 2015 at 11:16 pm

  6. Currently I am no longer in church, but I want to say how much of an impact you made on my life. Reading your blogs still touch me, and I only wish I would have read them before my foolish ways cost me my wife and family. Next to the two pastors I have had in my life you are the best role model a man could ask for. I don’t know if I’ll see you this December or not but if I don’t preach to my son the love you have for your wife, I will never be a role model like that.


    June 2, 2015 at 7:47 am

  7. WOW!

    I hope my wife never expects me to post anything that eloquent. You set the bar high! Thank you sir.

    Mark Willis

    June 2, 2015 at 8:00 am

  8. Awesome. Thanks for sharing.

    Steve Epley

    June 2, 2015 at 11:14 am

  9. Awwwwww this is the sweetest poem ever. You both are an inspiration of true love and what love can do. This should truly be the way a man should love his wife, and she should love him. Thank you both for being the inspiration and example to us younger ones, not only in true love or naturally, but Godly and spiritually. Happy Anniversary, love you both & may God bless you with many more years to come.

    Ashley Franks

    June 2, 2015 at 4:31 pm

  10. Have a wonderful 50th Anniversary~. Much love to both of you, n love your tribute~. Beautiful~

    Joe & Ellen Gentry

    June 2, 2015 at 9:54 pm

  11. That was so very beautiful Bro. Ballestero! Wishing you and your precious wife a Happy 50th Anniversary!! May God continue to bless you both!! 🙂


    June 9, 2015 at 9:10 am

  12. Thanks for sharing


    June 20, 2015 at 7:39 pm

  13. Such a wonderful description of graciousness. I do believe, as a society, we are loosing the ability to be gracious toward one another.

    I have known a few people that I would consider gracious and most of them are from the generations before mine. Your description of your wife makes me think of those people.

    PS. I still giggle when you break out with a “quail head” reference.


    July 26, 2015 at 5:48 pm

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