“Your wife is beautiful and very kind，”said his friend.“She creates splendid pictures and delicious food.”
But the man wasn't listening.
“I am very sad，”the man confessed to his wife one day.
“Why?”asked his wife.
“Because I once dreamed of living in a big house with a porch, and of having two Saint Bernards and a garden out back. Instead, I live in an apartment on the 47th foor.”
“Our apartment is comfortable, and we can see the ocean from our couch，”replied his wife.“We have love, laughter and paintings of birds and fuffy cat—not to mention three beautiful children.”