Three years ago today, I married my best friend.You'd think tickling his feet has gotten old by now, but it hasn't.
This year has been a wild ride. Danny worked overtime hours while completing a master's degree. I published and promoted one book while writing 92,000 of the most difficult words I've ever written.
Danny celebrated with me when my first book arrived, and a few days later, when a whole box of books followed. He made me laugh at the cover of the Large Print Edition, came to every book signing and event, helped set up and take down the books, poster, postcards, and punch bowl full of chocolates.
He was very, very angry when he read my worst book review. He beamed over my Publishers Weekly and Booklist reviews.
I got to go to Vermont with Danny and watch as he gained the respect of his classmates and professors during his masters residency. I pinned his masters hood in place, and saw him shake the dean's hand as he received his diploma.
I like the quiet moments best, though. Tea on Saturday mornings. Walks we take, hand in hand. Sitting on the couch, reading books with the windows open.
I like the funny bits that have become our own - the way grass makes us laugh, the way Danny eats cheese, the way I giggle over the phrase some say.
I like how Danny brings adventure into my life in ways I never thought would happen.
It hasn't been an easy year, but it's been a good one. I can't imagine what the next will hold.
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