I used to wonder what marriage would be like, whether I would like it.  Isn’t life marvelous?  How you keep on living, moving through the future toward the edge of imagination?  And, really, past that edge?  The life I’m living now I didn’t even imagine four years ago.  The life I was living four years ago I couldn’t imagine eight years ago.  It’s like being born over and over.  Like that, it’s horrible; and like that, it’s needful.  Like that, it moves me past the limits of my [small] imagination, and I’m awed every day for a year.

There’s a Thursday thought.