Sitting across the table from my wife during our date this past Friday night, picking at the plate of rice, potatoes and miscellaneous meats from the Greek restaurant we'd opted for, it struck me how easily and productively we were conversing about things in which we we both had a vested interest, a shared interest. I looked at her eyes, her cheeks, her lips, and thought, "This is my partner. This is the woman with whom I'm going to work through everything that lies ahead. This is the woman I'm going to be with for the long haul." And it felt good. Natural. Right.
Have I mentioned yet that she's pregnant?
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