The traditional gift of the sixth anniversary of my marriage is acceptance. It is a squint across this hard life to see the peace that is always there. It is the blurring of the edges between you and me.
It's accepting this promise wasn't a minor detail. It is a powerful, terrible, magical promise to walk with you to the end.
Brian, the day I fell in with you was a day I did right.
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