I often wonder about the nature of marriage, and I think my husband has it easier (and harder, of course): he has seen a successful marriage, up close and personal. I haven't.

To me, being a decent wife is the hardest job I've ever held. I know it may get harder when I become a mother, but I think it's easier—in one way—to submit to the next generation, versus one's own. This is it.

"Go ahead. Make my day." (I've been hearing that a lot this week, of course.) I'm going to annihilate the enemy.

Can you tell I spent last weekend in weird introspection?

I may not meet the "Nancy" standard, but I will provide our kid(s) with an amazing example. And that will be their father's legacy, too.

Via con Dios, President and Mrs. Reagan.

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