My husband skipped our 15th anniversary dinner to watch soccer with his friends. When …

magically transformed.

But humbled.

Present.

Trying.

And that mattered.

I held out my hand.

As he slipped the ring back onto my finger, tears rolled down his face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said. “Now keep showing me.”

He nodded. “Every day.”

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