I don’t know where to begin this conclusion.
It feels like a daunting task. I am not a naturally gifted, empathetic writer like Levi. I don’t have profound, deep thoughts like Craig.
One thing I know for sure, though, is that my husband is a different person from the nineteen-year-old I met in 1995.
Of course, he would be different in appearance. His hair was as long as mine when I met him. Later, when he proposed, he sported a bleached-out bowl cut. Then it was jet-black. Then highlighted and manicured. I think dreadlocks were the only style I never saw (thank God).
Excerpt of Jeanette Gross via Craig Brain.