A duck walks into a bar and the bartender asks, what'll it be? The duck doesn't answer because it's a duck.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one.

The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool.

I keep quite busy, walk 5 miles a day, and have an excellent hairdresser who keeps the gray out of my red hair.

I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that, even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

A sacrament--like marriage--means living a life better than your natural instincts, so that you're modeling God. And God never gives up.