I Love My Wife.

My wife beat me at Scrabble last night.

It was unbelievable. Out of all the letters I picked up, only about 8 of them had a point value above one, and at least half of those had a point value of two. So, it was luck - though she was pretty skilful at times, too.

What made it worse, however, was her gloating. "I've got 243. 243, Ali. I've got 243. And you've got..." and, "Hey, if I win..." about three turns before the end of the game when the result was not in doubt.

Then there was the condescending flattery, "You're doing really well."

And even after the game as we got into bed, "Good night, Loser."

But she did win. Yes, I checked her scoring while she went for a shower. She won. Shocking. Tragic. True.

But somewhere in between losing and going to bed, I realised I love my wife, and I would rather lose every game of Scrabble I played with her than lose her.

Now, I'm telling you - that's love.