Dylan looked at me across the breakfast table and said, “After all this time, you’re still the first person I want to talk to every morning.”
I set my cup down. “That’s a good way to start the day.”
He smiled. “I mean it. I wake up and the first thing I think is whether you’re already awake or still asleep. Then I want to hear your voice.”
“You’re getting sentimental in your old age,” I said.
“I’ve earned it.” He reached for the toast. “What surprises you about me these days?”
I thought for a moment. “How patient you’ve become. The man I married through a contract didn’t have patience for anything. Now you wait for the coffee to finish brewing without sighing. You listen all the way to the end of a story. That still surprises me.”
He nodded. “You surprise me by how little bitterness
