This week I turned 36 years old. Gifts were given and my goode ladywyfe made me a nice cake.
Wait, she’s not technically my goode ladywyfe. She is, legally, my conjointe de fait, as they say here in Québec, or common-law spouse. So “goode ladywyfe” isn’t exactly accurate, is it? To make it an accurate statement, things would have to be made more official.
So this morning, we took a walk down to the nearby park where we walked along the St. Lawrence river. I pulled out of my pocket a small sapphire ring, and I asked her a question.
Do you know what she said?
She said, ‘yes,’ which is the loveliest word I’ve ever heard.