(Look at that handsome babyface on our wedding day.)
Thirty-four years ago, that day was very different from today.
This morning, Yann presented me with the largest, most beautiful bouquet for our wedding anniversary.
The flowers were on the kitchen table alongside a breakfast that he prepared for me, thoughtful and loving, although he was not there.
Unfortunately, he caught the bug that went through our family these last three weeks. He is wiped out.
I am the last one (not counting Olivia) not to have had it. I feel like I am circling the bowl.
Unlike thirty-four years ago, Yann is in bed without me.
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