Rabbi's On The Wall

I've been married for 22 years and rebbes have popped up on our walls. My husband would put them up and I would take them down. I never meant any disrespect, I just had a hard time relating to them. Some rebbes are alive, some are dead, none are smiling and well....none are related to us. Yet my sweet husband is so happy bringing them into our home and hanging them in various spots throughout our house. They appear to be multiplying as my resistance to them has diminished. Our sukkah displays an entire 2 and a bit walls of rabbis and as I look at them I wonder what their wives were like. Who were these women who devoted their entire lives to these men? Did their husbands drive them crazy?  Probably. Wouldn't you like to be a fly on the wall in one of their sukkas?At any rate, there they are watching me go in and out my daily routines and I hope sending us blessings. Recently I have taken up drawing portraits of the rebbes. Funny enough, I find it therapeutic. There is something mysterious about each one and I find it calming to put their essence onto a canvas. I am no artist, but in some way it connects me to something my husband holds in such high regard.