Recently, a couple of our friends have suggested that Peter is looking a bit frail. It’s hard for me to notice any change because I am with him every day. But as I look a little closer, it seems that they may be right. After all, as our children remind me, “He’s no spring chicken.”
No matter, he is still the person I adore, and I am thankful for every day we have together.
As we held each other before drifting off to sleep the other night, I thought about how our bodies fit together so well, how comfortable they are together still and how we know every inch of one another as if we were one.