For the last few months of Jen's life we would ask each other before going to sleep what the best and worst part of the day was. Most of the time the best part of the day was something along the lines of, "That time when you looked at me and smiled," or "When you held my hand."

On our first night home after being told Jen's liver was failing we spent the evening with family and friends. Before going to sleep I asked Jen what she loved most about that day. Jen thought for a minute then, looking deeper into my eyes than ever before, she said, "I loved it all."