My love of my life was born 48 yrs ago yesterday. I have known him since he was 13 yrs old, and to me he is still the same goofy young man. My LL has worn a beard since he was a sophomore in high school so he looked older back then. Now with his beard graying and with joints aching, it's obvious he is aging, it's just that I still feel 16 in my mind and so is he. In the age of easy divorces, marriages with separate vacations and separate bank accounts, I am often reminded by watching others lifestyles, how very lucky I am to be with the one person who I can honestly say I will never tire of. Not that we don't irritate each other from time to time. But usually we end up laughing about it.