And Juliet is the Sun

Ta was waiting to make havdalah. 

"Owen, why don't you summon your bride?" I said to my brother. 

" 'My bride?' " he echoed. 

He's been married for fifteen years. 

"Because you see her the same way as the day you married her," I snarkily replied. 

He stood silent for a moment, then a smile spread slowly across his face. "You're right," he said, and cheerfully went to fetch her, navigating his way around his offspring, a baby on his hip. 

Owen never says I'm right.  

And yet he has raised the bar impossibly high.