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“Being married to someone you respect for being somehow better than you keeps affection alive. That this impressive person chooses you year after year makes you more pleased with yourself, fueling the kind of mutual self-esteem that can get you through decades.”


David Sarasohn associate editor of The Oregonian.

Dear Jacob,

Sometimes I am a total grouch. I complain about money and get bitchy if we’re running late. I guilt you about not surprising me with stupid gifts even though you bring in the trash and start my car every morning it’s cold without my asking. I make fun of you for watching wrestling, leaving ESPN on as you fall asleep, and drinking the milk from your cereal bowl .

I yell at you for getting lost when we’re driving somewhere; get mad at you for being too nice to people; refuse to ask for your help when I’ve taken on too much, then get angry that I’m having to do it all by myself.

You, however, are patient, funny, and a total sweetheart. You think the glass is half full when I think, wtf? why is this almost empty.

I wish I was more like you. Let’s do this thing.

I love you times infinity,

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