I was 49 and trice married and divorced when I met and fell hopelessly and magically in love with my sweet wife who was then 54. She’d also been married more than once before and were not planning to fall in love nor marry again.
We are each others’ soul mates, the other half that makes each of us whole. She is the first one who enabled me to know what it really feels like to be loved. She tells me that it is the same for her.
Despite our reservations about remarriage, five years ago, I knew I could not imagine not being her husband and having the joy to have her be my wife. I never have regretted our decision and I know that she and I are meant for each other. My only regret is that we were not ready for each other decades earlier.
I have no desire to change her in the slightest and I know for certain, that despite my many flaws, she has no desire to “fix” or change me.
We share a very similar sense of humour, value family above money or power, see beauty in so much of the world around us and care about and try to affect some of the horrors we both see in the world. She, has so many of the attributes @john65pennington listed about his beloved. She is the sexiest most passionate grandma I could ever imagine.
On her worst day, when she is grumpy or feeling down, I still would not trade her for anyone else. I adore her and feel so lucky for every moment we get to share.