50 Years

50 years ago today, I married my best friend. While we may quibble about minor things - too many books on my side of the bed, watering the tomatoes when they were just watered, tracking mud onto a freshly vacuumed living room - nothing major. 50 years later, we’re still best friends. I’m willing to shoot for another 50. These days, this is rarified air in marriage, but she makes it easy to breathe here. We have had a great life.