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Today is the anniversary of the first time I heard my husband's voice. I have grown this year in ways that I could not have expected, and for which I do not entirely have the language. Every day I choose to love and to give of myself, more and more, and it is in the choosing, I think, in the decision to love--to share myself, the minutia of my past, the yearnings for the future--in this opening, in this gifting, that my life is becoming not less mine, but more. It is in our consciousness, in the fullness of our vulnerability, in the generosity of our shared life, that we grow more and more into ourSelves, forgiven and humbled by the light of loving.