Yesterday was our twelve-year wedding anniversary. I spent the afternoon at work, and we spent the evening at dinner with about twenty other people sitting at two separate tables in two separate rooms. I could hear Neel's laugh across the entire house. Neel has a great laugh. I heard him laugh before I ever met him, before I ever laid eyes on him. What a nice first memory of a person. It's everyone's first memory of Neel, and that alone makes me very happy to be married to him. We laugh a lot.

Not that it's all perfect. Last night, in the middle of the night, as I hauled the covers once again back over my shivering body, I thought here's the book I'm finally gonna get published. Living with the Light Miser and the Blanket Thief: A Guide to Marriage. It'll make me millions.

Here's to the next dozen or so years, Neel. I love you like the stars above. I'll love you till I die.