Sam

Sam,
       Sometimes, I don't know why the hell you married me if I can't keep up with you or satisfy you. Sometimes I think it was to just say you're married to The Undertaker, or that you're still Alpha of your pack.
       But then  I see our kids, and I remember that you do love me for something other than status, or my fame. I may be a jackass to you and Kit (*God knows how she puts up with it... (Kit) Barely. Why you think I knit so much?*), I may not be that great in bed sometimes.... But we manage to deal with it.

Mark