I know a farmer and his wife, and they are a perfect couple. Well, maybe not perfect, but close. At least to me, they seem to have everything. They have a beautiful house and two adorable children, and they are always smiling. Sophie, a wife and mother of two, is a beautiful woman who radiates warmth and happiness. When she was a bride, she wore a wreath of flowers, and the wedding ceremony took place under an old oak tree the groom’s father had planted as a boy. I envision them on their wedding day, though I hadn’t yet met them and so I wasn’t there. Still, I can see them. They were youthful and in love, and brimming with the sense of possibility. They had their whole life together ahead of them, and it would be such a wonderful life. They would wake up each morning with the sun, and sleep peacefully at night in their cozy home, nestled deep in the rolling green hills of the Hudson Valley. I envied them.