I got married for the second time in 2009 when I was 62. My husband, Jonathan, was only 61. Two years before we married—just a few weeks after we met—I invited him to my daughter’s destination wedding. I thought sharing it with him would be fun and give him a hint about our future. Jonathan thought I wanted him to pay my plane fare. All were true. A bit later, I invited him to our wedding. Lucky me, he said "yes" when I proposed.
We dance. Together. Often to music.
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