happy eighth anniversary, my wife!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2014.11.01
I spent the day with a cold, and we were nursing a sick kid for half the day only for the other one to wind up with a migraine. I kinda knew that when we went out for a fancy dinner on our first anniversary that that would be our last such celebration. How right I was.
Thanks for toughing it out with me. You've made it fun.