A good wife

I often wonder how one goes about being a good wife...

Amidst all the periods and the dirty dishwater, greasy hair days and frost killed flowers. When, in the rushing hum of everyday life, with its stale morning coffee and the little piles of dirty socks on the floor, the evenings at home when all we can do is sit at our messy kitchen table and eat once warm McDonalds cheeseburgers, and when, waking up this morning, I forgot where we were five years ago - you grasping me in your arms and offering me a ring, and yet here we lay, in our bed together, you still holding me close to you as if I were life itself.