I know I joke about trading you in, about still taking you for a test drive, about hanging on to you until something better comes along.
The funny thing about that joke? It's on me. There is nothing better. I know that, and I knew that way back then. You are the better. The one that makes me better. Try harder. Makes me want to be what you think I can be. When that bar is sometimes seems too high for me to even think about reaching is when you put me on your shoulders, making me twenty feet tall, ready to steal the world if it won't come quietly.
So, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in good times and bad, I still do.