Grow older with me, the best is yet to be.
It’s true. We’re an April-December romance.
Last night, turning off the light and tucking in, our hands reached out to each other–and we totally snagged the velcro on our hand splints and I burst out laughing.
Fifty-one years, twenty-nine married. It’s a good start.
(Ed. to add: Michelle had cocoa in the fridge with Green and Black’s Maya Gold melted into it ready for me to warm up in the morning. That child knows how to celebrate a birthday!)