Day 304.

Dear New Husband,

Sick. Ill. Miserable. Death bed. And to top it all off, unproductive at work. Today was not my favorite, but sometimes you need days like this to remind you that life is so much better than you actually think it is.

Thanks for being supportive and continuing to be a champion of leftovers. . . And for not judging me when I fall asleep for an hour at 7 pm. Late afternoon nap?

I love you,
Your New Wife.