In actuality it is quite common for couples to complain to each other. The wife criticizes her husband for his little habits, for curtailing her freedom and so many other things.

The husband complains about the excessive money the wife spends, for the time it takes her to get ready every time they decide to go out and so on.

It is natural that a circle of friends, when it comes to husband they comment on their defects and how they could be happier without them.

And it was like that one afternoon, in the gym, there was a lady, who looked a little older than forty years old. Someone commented that she envied her happiness.

She was that woman who exuded joy. She devoted herself to charity works, she studied music. But, in everything she did, there was a tone of contagious joy.

What was the secret after all? - Asked one of her friends.

I owe it all to my husband. - She answered fast.

What do you mean? - Asked the friend again - Does he accompanies you everywhere you go, gives you support, what does he do?

And a twinge of envy adorned the questions now.

How could that woman be so happy with her husband?

But the woman answered: Well, my husband died.

In the circle of friends, there was a huge silence and to half of them, passed an idea: Of course she is happy. He must have been the hell. He died and she got free.

However, continuing explaining, the widow said:

During all the time we were married and it was a little longer than twenty years, this man has taught me to love.

When we got married, I was a young fool, full of dreams, living the unreality. He was a practical man, but extremely sensitive.

Lover of the poems, he taught me to love the verses, to discover the beauty in the rhymes.

In the free time, he would be a gardener. He taught me to love the earth, the flowers, to seed and wait for the growth.

He enjoyed good music. From him I have learned going to the theater to attend concerts of classical music and popular music concerts. He instructed me in the first ways of fine art.

This man taught me to love life and find out values in it. He taught me to recognize the truly value of a friendship, to not underestimate any manifestations of kindness, for the least it could be.

He taught me to love the nature, praising the sun and rain, in their switches. Not to complain about the cold or excessive heat. He taught me to see everything in God´s providence to bless us.

So when he was gone, when I thought to give myself grief, I remembered the years lived and the lessons passed on.

 In his memory, I must be happy and share my happiness to everyone.

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Life is the breath of the Father Creator in His sovereign manifestation of love.

Let us examine our lives and experiences of every day step out the best advantage.

Our life is made of blessings and sufferings.

Just like in the garden there are two ways to find the roses: through the smell or through the thorns, our life depends on how we face what surrounds us, what comes to us, what happens to us.