On This Father’s Day

My wife is a better person than me.

This is something my friends have always known.

When I started dating her, my college friends warned me not to ruin my relationship with her because they knew I would never find anyone better. And now since my military friends from Iraq also have more opportunities to meet her, even they tell me how lucky—and undeserving—I am to have her.

Then a few weeks ago I met with an outspoken Ph.D. who happens to be seventy years old. She asked me about my wife whom she knows, and I answered that my wife was fine. But then I mentioned that so many of my friends have recently been telling me that I do not deserve to be with my wife.

She immediately bent over and started shaking her head with laughter. As she straightened herself to look at me, she reached for my arm to comfort me in a very apologetic fashion and confided with a smile: “So do I!”

That is the essence of my wife…

Where Lies Do Not Hide

I made her laugh.

Speaking in Korean, I told her that lawyers lie so very well.

And she laughed; she laughed heartily, even leaning over the table for support.

Then I asked her who is better at lying: a lawyer or a beautiful woman.

One deceives with words, but the other deceives with looks.

And while holding my hand, she looked into my eyes.

And I into hers…