I hate to say it, but I will. Children, despite their infinite charms, are an absolute assault on a marriage. They don’t mean to be, but they are. We’d held up pretty well under the siege, and there was certainly still a lot of love, but it was nothing like the crazy, tingly, I-can’t-breathe-without-you love we’d kicked things off with. Those early years, those college years, those pre-children years—they were a good, good time.
