The Best Thing I've Ever Done

Getting married didn't fix me, but it didn't break me either

Last night, as Nate got under the covers and I lay on the end of our bed delaying teeth-brushing and bathroom going and other pre-bed rituals, I turned to him and said, “You look handsome,” and then, “Eight years. Wow.”

The truth is he did look handsome. It’s been three years this month that, sans ability to go to the barber, I began cutting his hair. At…