Scene: As we're getting ready to go to bed, Mark is in the kitchen taking his meds and testing his blood sugar. I walk up behind him, place my hands on his upper arms and rest my head on his shoulder. We stand there quietly like that for a few seconds and....
Me: I love you.
Mark: I love you too.
A few more seconds pass and...
Me: I still don't know why I love you.
I giggle, let go and start to walk away....
Mark: Well, you can sleep on it and maybe the answer will come to you in the morning.
Me, calling back from the living room: It seems I've been sleeping on it for 19 years!
Mark: That just means you're dedicated.
Me: I think it means I'm slow.
Ah, marriage!
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