A couple weeks ago something happened that broke my wife's spirit a bit. It put her right into the world of my parents when I got married and they were left out of the temple. I mentioned that to her. I could see she was feeling hurt, cut out, ostracized. After I said "I guess you're feeling how my parents felt when I got married". She was silent and then said very sincerely that she loves me.Why? Because our brokenness connects us to each other, and our brokenness brings us to Christ. It is by bringing our broken hearts to Him that we are made whole.
She rarely says that to me. But being broken and coming together in empathy for my parents, and realizing we only had each other at that time triggered loneliness and then a turning of her heart to me, and somewhat, to my parents.
That was a gift.