It’s night. I got through it. We got through it.
We went to counseling, and we got through that, too. We talked about the future, where we’re going, what we’re doing. So much needs to be accomplished. So much is still undecided.
And then we went to dinner. Over dessert (vanilla bean creme brulee, delicious), I told David my comfort in everything:
Whatever happens, this will be our toughest anniversary. One year from now…it will all be different…one way or another.