Do I love my wife? What do I love, if not my wife?
My love for her is a reflection of love for life.
I love my wife because I love life, and I cannot love life if I do not love my wife.
I love my wife, as I accept that existence should have come to be.
I love my wife, and that's precisely why I'm here.
I love her, even selfishly, as I yearn to exist forever so that I may stay with her and continue to feel her touch, listen to her thoughts and witness her expression.
I love this opportunity to bear witness to a perspective into which I naturally place my faith.
There is no life worth imagining except for one wherein that perspective can be shared.
Through this perspective I observe a reflection of self, informing me of my way of being. Without this, life could never be complete.

The joy of witnessing my wife take in a moment of this world, savouring its absoluteness and, through that connection, instill hope and evoke dreams.

To see her take aim and create change in the Universe, borne of her desire, and to remark that, upon fruition, such change brings good to reality.

Could anything be more worthy of attention?
There is no greater pursuit than to create yet better worlds for the very thing which makes the world good.

Therein we find ascension.