My wife (whose name is *not* Sandra) is the most wonderful woman I have ever met. I suppose it’s supposed to be that way for all men. Every man is supposed to privately think that his wife is the most wonderful woman of all, and so each woman finds an equality in her husband’s adoration. Of course, this kind of superiority is only hypothetical, while *my* wife is objectively incredible. Her service to me is so beyond comparison that I’ve often had to scold her – for overachieving; for making me feel, once again that I have to compete and excel beyond all reason in my husbandly duties to her in order to achieve something remotely reciprocal.
And why does she do this? Because she loves me, she says. And because wants to be “a good wife”. And she asks me: “am I a good wife?” And further, “Will I be a good mother?” The answer to the first question is always some variant of “absolutely!” To the second, “by any any imaginable criteria beforehand, of course.” I can imagine some criteria, which she passes with flying colors, but as we are currently childless…
At any rate, Howard Tayler’s got three kids, and his wife, by all accounts is amazing. Presumably she and Valerie have a lot in common. I wouldn’t know. They’ve never met.
Howard Tayler is a comic book artist, but often I get as much from his weblogs as from his comic. His charity and his humility shine through quite often, but particularly when praising his wife. I was charmed by this post, and thought I’d mention it. Also, I’ve been putting off subscribing to Sandra’s Blog, but apparently I need to.