March 31, 1998

February 16, 1998

As I look at this ring you gave me, I smile. Two years. It is strange. To think of a length of time as both a lifetime and a moment. As you said last night, the clarity with which I recall our introduction suggests that very little time has passed. However, I have trouble remembering a time when we were not a couple. It's not that I was unhappy with my life before we met. Rather, it is a testament to the joy that we share to this day.

You asked me why you are mentioned once in my creation. The last thing I want you to think is that I do not want to acknowledge the life we share. On the contrary, I hold it in the highest regard. However, while in my mind our love can exist in a pristine state, I fear that putting pen to paper (or finger to key) will, in some imperceptible manner, tarnish it.

As I told you on Valentine's Day, while I know I am not the easiest person to live with, I love you and Sarah with all my heart. I want only the best for both of you. You are my angel, my safe haven in the storm of life. Sarah is my princess. The life we share is a wonderful gift. What a terrible sin it would be to take it for granted.

I love you, Paula.

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