Ten years of this. Fifteen years with you. You turned a selfish man to someone who strives to be selfless. Happily, meaningfully so. Even if I still slightly, sometimes hesitate to wash the dishes.
I've forgotten where. But I've read, or maybe heard a lovely-dovey line (one of the many) that scattered our home like our children's books or toys. "Love is a river. Swim to the end."
To deserve your love. To leave this world a kinder place. I desire for very little else.
