My wife is an artist. A really good one.
She sold a set of nesting dolls on the internet last week, and she just completed them yesterday. The boys and I took a look at them, and then we reported to the living room to tell her how awesome they were.
My 15-year-old leaned over to me and, playfully, whispered so that everyone in the room could hear, "Hey, your wife is a really great artist." He leaned over to his mom and loudly whispered, "Hey, you're a really great artist." I leaned over to him and loudly whispered, "Hey, your mom is a really great artist." He leaned in to me and loudly whispered, "I know." In the middle of this playfulness sits my wife, smiling hugely, rightfully proud of her work and warmed by the adulation of her family.
That was a good thought I had just now.
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