Had I a wife, and she made me lunch, every single day would be a day when I would go farther, push harder, and test my limits more to be certain I could provide every single thing she could need and or want. To be appreciated in such a simple, and yet necessary way, would be such a sublime reminder that I am to be more than myself, that I am part of an extricable partnership wherein I no longer end at my skin.

Dammit, I need to get me that wife I want...