The Promise

Yesterday, I noticed more gray hairs on my wife’s head than before. Mine too.

I still remember the promise I made to her at our wedding, in front of our family. I still haven’t fully lived up to it.

I told her one morning that even though I don’t have as much money as I wish I did, I’m grateful I have her. She told me I’d already done a good job, given how much had changed in the past year.

Still, on some late nights, I think about that unfulfilled promise. The self-criticism has been both a motivation and a burden.