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29 November 2001
Is it possible for me to love my husband more as the years go by? He's done nothing but prove himself to me since our trip to Paris, and I am more than proud of him. He hardly lets me out of his sight, and if our recent trip to Verona is anything to gauge by, our sex life is back to what it should be (not that we've only made love during our trips, but MERLIN.) As much as I love him, I'm having quite a hard time writing my vows, even though I've always been the better one at expressing myself out of the two of us. I haven't gotten farther than three sentences, and it's not only disappointing, it's frustrating. He's my husband. I shouldn't be having this much trouble writing new wedding vows.
On top of my vows, I also suggested that we get the new rings we'll be exchanging engraved, and while we were in his cousin Marty's jewelry shop, Arthur spurted something in Italian to put on mine, I think it meant 'to the love my life, yours forever' and it's a shame that after we had Marty design Arthur's ring for me to give him during the ceremony, I couldn't think of a single thing to put it on it. That's another thing I need to get done in a timely fashion, so I can send it along to Marty so he can engrave it. Why do I feel like I have too much on my plate?
Happy Birthday, Bill. Are you all right? It's been ages since I've talked to you, or seen you.
I send you all my love, as always.