To My Husband (Somewhat), On Why You Are Extraordinary

We used to have those fights. You know the ones. Who's more tired? Who's done more? Whose turn is it to do x,y,z, crawl out of bed, curse the other in our heads? Make the bottle, burn our fingers? We'd barely graced our twenties, still chased each other on trampolines. Two summers with you as the hot centre … Continue reading To My Husband (Somewhat), On Why You Are Extraordinary