“If I told you I know a woman that weighs 130 pounds but can, just by walking into a large three bedroom house, fill it up from end to end and top to bottom, what would you say?” “You’d say what?” “You’re right, you’d say to me, oh, you’re married and your wife just came home from a trip” “How do they do that?”
It’s like my wife carries some huge cloud around with her; an ambiance that extends from her and expands into every nook and cranny of our home. It’s there, but unseen, a mystery, and when she’s gone the place is like an empty cave. But, when she steps back into the house it’s automatically full of that warm, rich, comfortable, ambiance again. Go figure??