I wanted to buy my husband a Mezuzah for our fortieth wedding anniversary. We had left more under used Mezuzahs on more houses and apartments than anyone else I knew. It was time for self-improvement of a spiritual nature. I wanted it to be expensive. I wanted to show him how much I respect our “mixed” power sharing type marriage and to applaud our keeping on, keeping on. I am an ordained Christian; he an admiring Jew. Neither was very good with the Mezuzah.