Jim and I were born on the same day of the same year. (Honest. Our marriage license application caused all kinds of trouble because they were sure we had made a mistake.)
We celebrated our 70th birthday last week–feels like a big one. We are so lucky to be still here, and still relatively healthy. Lucky, lucky us. And lucky, lucky me to have found Jim.
Love you, babe. Best thing that ever happened to me. Sorry for the fuzzy photo, was very dark in the restaurant. (But fuzzy might be a good thing really. . . Sort of like vaseline on the lens?)