To Sir, with love
Today, Sir and I have been married 15 whole years, which doesn't seem possible either way. On the one hand, I can't remember my life without him; on the other, it seems like we got married yesterday.
Last night, so he wouldn't forget, he gave me my present: a manuscript facsimile of Patrick O'Brian's final, unfinished Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin novel. On one page is the transcription, on the facing page is the actual handwritten manuscript, corrections and all. To be in the middle of (long, painful, desperate for time) revisions myself and have such a book is surprisingly moving. I'm always amazed when he knows me so well; I don't know why I'm so amazed, but there it is.
Here's the difficulty: I hadn't gotten his gift yet, and I'm still at a loss as to what to get him! :O
Oh well. Happy anniversary anyway, love!