You have had to bear with me over the years as I expressed regret for various aspects of how I acted in our 11 years: being a little too eager on our first date, not using better words when I asked you to marry me, the first night of our honeymoon in that awful Woods Hole hotel.
But... the rest of it was exactly what I wanted. Rainy days on Martha's Vineyard, talking and sleepily enjoying each other after the madness of planning a wedding.
If I had a way to take back what I did, I wouldn't waste it on that, and instead I'd go back to that week when my future was secure, my old age spent on sleepy days with you.
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