Neither of us had to translate the words into financial security or duty.

It was astonishing how simple love sounded once we stopped arguing with it.

PART 18

The Letter We Wrote Together

The following spring Meredith suggested writing a letter to our future selves.

It was an idea she had learned from her grandmother, who wrote a note every New Year’s Day and opened the previous year’s envelope before beginning another.

We sat at the kitchen island, each with a blank sheet of paper.

Meredith asked me to write three promises, none of which could mention money.