After thirty years of marriage, one quiet evening, a wife turned to her husband and asked a simple question.

“After all these years,” she said softly, “how would you describe me?”
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He didn’t answer right away.

He studied her for a long moment—the lines they’d earned together, the familiar smile, the woman who had stood beside him through three decades of life.

Finally, he said, slowly and confidently, “You’re A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K.”