Working out the grit in the junction of two lives is always a challenge. My husband doesn’t condone my irresponsibility, while I don’t care for his chiding. But I still want to snuggle him and he still wants to protect me. We don’t quite see eye to eye on the issue of one or two—children, that is, not donuts. I remember going for walks with him while he was glued to the viewfinder of his camera, and I was in no rush because he meant the world to me. I remember how he used to wear his dragon robe in the morning. This rumpled gamer was my star. I don’t want to forget these things. I don’t want to forget how good and warm it feels to kiss.