Ten years ago today, I met a guy at a friend’s birthday dinner who made a joke about the fish of the day. 3,652 days later, I am grateful every day for his example, his brain, his heart, his absolute generosity. Happy anniversary, honey. I love you more than bread.


A Decade
by Amy Lowell

When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.