I -shipwrecked On A Desert Island -... | My Wife And

She was right. I was treating our survival like a quarterly report. She was treating it like a garden.

When the fever broke, I woke to find her asleep sitting up, her back against a tree, one hand still resting on my chest. Her face was gaunt. Her hair was a nest of tangles. And she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My Wife and I -Shipwrecked on a Desert Island -...

And we were shipwrecked just long enough to learn that. She was right