My DH and I used to live an hour apart. He went to school around the corner from my house and I worked very close to where he lived. One night after a very rough couple days, He drove to my apartment in the middle of the night to just come lay down with me. I was passed out and woke up to this letter on my bedside table... its in a frame because this piece of papers is literally one of my most valued possessions. The photo was taken after we had our first daughter. Again when we were going through a particularly rough adjustment phase. It was our first real date without our daughter. We spent the night before arguing. We both were in crummy moods and we still went to get breakfast near the beach and it rained all day but, we still found time to smile and just be together. Even now when we have rough days and I am so upset I just look at these and remember even then when it was so hard he still loved me and we made it work... and then I don't kill him.