I honestly don’t remember a day when I wasn’t in love with you, David Paul. Some days I wake up and think
Oh my God, he is still here
because I can’t even imagine why you would stick around with me…and yet there you are.
And for twenty years, you have come back home to me every night. I can believe there were times that it didn’t seem like an entirely desirable option. But you came home anyway, poured yourself a bourbon and walked straight into the fire. Sometimes I think I may have even heard you whistling…
I guess this means we’re really stuck with each other. We’re actually going to make it.
I guess I always knew we would.
Happiest anniversary David. I would marry you all over again. Every time, without fail, I would choose you.
We were together.
I forget the rest.