Whilst driving home today, and stopped at a stoplight, I turned to my left in time to see the old man driving the car next to me reach over to the old woman in the passenger seat, grab her hand, and bring it to his lips. He then brought their clasped hands up further and gently stroked the side of her face with the back of his fingers, all the while looking at her with such love in his eyes. By the time I turned my now-misty eyes back to the light, it had turned green, and the old man had left me in the dust.

How I hope that's Eric and I in 60 years!