When Marilyn, the author's wife, was nearing the end of her life, he asked her where she had hidden the Christmas love letters he had written to her since their first Christmas in 1968. In a faint voice, she revealed they were stored in a box on a high shelf. Panicked when he couldn't immediately find them, Jim feared losing the chronicle of their life together, year by year. Over fifty years, his letters encapsulated the sweet moments, the...