How Did Marriage Come Up?

Our Moment On a sunny afternoon – if I remember correctly, it was a Tuesday – in early November, Deborah and I hiked through the ferociously green trails above Ashland. We were lost in conversation, as we normally were, when she sped ahead of me, looked back and said, “I could see myself married to you.” That image stands out in my memory, where the sky, the trees, and the rest of the conversation remains a blur. The Story of Us Deborah and I had met in a small Mexican beach town near Cancún, not much more than four months...

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