Everyday I write the book. The book of what it's like to be married to him. The kindness. The strength. The sense of decency that radiates off him so intensely, it's almost visible. I want the world to know about him -- how he looks when he's sleeping, how he loves blueberry pancakes, but only if the berries are fresh, not frozen..and how, sometimes, in my heart of hearts, how even I still find new mysteries in him.