New Orleans, Sept. ’01
I quite like my wife. She is pretty awesome.
Ten years ago today she made a solemn pact with herself to change her entire existence for the better, and she has stuck to it, unwaveringly, every moment since. I don’t know if I could ever possess the strength of character she has shown every day of the last decade. I feel as though I have been swallowed whole by my problems, driven to sociopathic insanity by anxiety, obsessed and compulsed by tidbits of arcana, and behaved miserably in the face of greed and affirmation. She has taken something worse and drop-kicked it through the goal posts of life, my friends.
That’s my girl. I love her awfully.