So when I read this title, I interpreted it as the magic being gone from a husband and a wife and I thought, 'Wow. That's kind of a personal thread!'
I think becoming an adult, in general, has made life lose some of its magic. When I was growing up, I literally did not spend one second thinking about meals, bills, transportation, appointments, gifts, parties, vacations... they all just magically happened when they needed to & I always got to where I needed to be when I needed to be there and with what I needed to be there with.
When I was in high school, I was involved in Spell Bowl, Academic Super Bowl, the literary magazine, honors classes, youth group, Handbell choir, & had a summer job for two years without a car of my own. The sheer logistics of my mother driving me hither and yon while also taking care of the house, working full-time, and also raising my sister (my dad worked 50-60 hours a week and often at night and on weekends so it all fell to her) is mind-boggling to me now that I'm an adult with two children of my own.