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“As she took her husband in her arms, Rosie also took a moment to savor the smell of him, the feel of his hand in her hand, the way in which he was hers, for sure and forever. She remembered the high school years when she didn't have a boyfriend and the college years when she had one but he was mean to her and the first years of med school when she was sure she'd never be in love again, and she remembered the feel of the wall on her back at the middle school dances when her friends got asked and she didn't and the boy she liked chose someone else, and she felt how it was all worth it if it earned her, if it won her, if it resulted, karmically, narratively, miraculously, in Penn at last, Penn forever, Penn who was always and only and always hers, certain as sky.”
― Laurie Frankel, This Is How It Always Is