When I think about getting older, the first thought that comes to mind is that I am happy to be here. I am happy to be alive, happy to be earning every gray hair and wrinkle on my face and happy to have the chance to wake up and go to bed everyday.

It has been more then 25 years and I still vividly remember Mr. L’s class, especially his outfits. Typically he wore cream-colored short sleeve button down shirts that were neatly tucked into his outdated brown plaid pants that rested high above his oversized waist.

The other day while sitting on the couch watching television, I looked over at my husband and suddenly realized that there are many things that come between the two of us. It was a bit of an awakening and something I never before noticed in my marriage.