Dear husband.

The other night we went out on a date (a rarer occurrence than either of us would like) and got to talking about where we'd be if we hadn't met, hadn't spoken, hadn't made the choice to try again, to keep on trying, always. I have a faint idea of it - for me, there would be lots of books and lots of travel and lots of work and probably more sleep. Or I'd have married someone else. I am not so young to think that soulmates are singular.

But you - the whole existence and person of you - are home to me. Unshaven, sweatshirt-wearing and all, you have been the keeper of my joys and pains. You have been compass and sounding board, unfailingly honest.

Life is full of trade-offs, I hear, and I'd trade it all over again for you.

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