I am a Remarkably Good Husband. This is something I don't think gets pointed out nearly enough.
There are many things that make me a superlative husband, but the primary one is the way my mother raised me. I have learned to be grateful.
This is just one of the things that make me such a wonderful husband.
When we'd been married only a week, Nancy spoke to me sharply, "You don't have to say 'mmm' after every bite!"
I think she thought I was being obsequious, or even sarcastic, but that wasn't it at all. I was just grateful. More than grateful, I was in awe. One night we'd had meatloaf. Then we'd had macaroni and cheese. Then pork chops. Then baked chicken. It seemed as if wonders would never cease with this woman.
I did not say "mmm" after the next forkful, but I had to vocalize my delight in some way, so I went "Beep-beep!" After the next bite, I went, "Zoom!" then "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
At any rate, as you can see I am a superlative husband. Nancy is a lucky, lucky woman.