A Vindication of Love, Our Seventh Anniversary

Kevin sent me a link to the following article on Slate.com:

"Crazy in Love: A new book makes the case for passionate obsession." by Meghan O'Rourke

It's a review of the a non-fiction book called "A Vindication of Love." It's a good, quick review.
And then Kevin said some sweet things that I don't have his permission to paste here, but I wanted to share some of his thoughts, as well as mine.

"The juxtaposition of today's civil marriage to another idea of an emotionally out of control passion presents an illogical choice. While each example has merits, you somehow strike an emotional chord in me that calls to mind intellectually satisfying family dinners and irrational devotion that I must respond to at the same time. Perhaps it illustrates how perfect and unique you are, but as the author described the poles of love, I found you in every part. Reading the quotes from Dickinson caused me to reflect on past letters and the ways you express yourself to me. While the author concludes that the best of love is the agony and potential for failure, I disagree. The best of our love is the risk of failure followed by the excitement of realizing that our love will withstand anything." -Kevin

Dear Kevin,
Your response to that article is a wonderful thing to read, especially contemplating our 7th wedding anniversary. I love our life as a combination of the domestic, "companionate marriage" and the messier ardor that accompanies our on-again, off-again, together-apart romance. I hate being away from you Kevin. I recently dreamt (again) of the moment you step behind me, slipping our arms gently around my waist. I hate waiting for that. But I love the feeling of it, and the excitement of your specific presence. So I wait.
And then we collide in real life and work through the messiness of our ardor and selfishness. How thankful I am for you, my husband, lover, critic, best friend, provider, co-laborer, and admirer. I adore you and hope with every day that passes that our love will be "vindicated", through the malaise of everyday chores, as we age and eventually end up on the other side, still together, still polemically attracting and repulsing each other.
I'll miss you tomorrow and remember that day that I blindly attached myself to you, submitting to you as "my master" as Emily Dickinson put it. How little we knew then. How good is our God to give us each other, and to bind us together so early not leaving us with the choice of disentanglement. Thank you for asking me, a girl you barely knew, to marry you. Every good thing I cherish, God has given to me through you.
Happy Anniversary Husband. I'll see you in several weeks. And you will see me.
"It were comfort forever—just to look in your face, while you looked in mine." -Emily Dickinson
I love you, Krissy