It was a long day that followed a long night.  We were both frazzled, exhausted, irritable, and in that careful, walking on eggshells, mode of interacting – trying, somewhat successfully, to avoid snapping at each other over nothing.

I was on the couch working on my laptop while rocking the baby in her chair with my foot, and he was at his desk typing at his computer.

There was something about his slouch, the weary yet determined posture, that triggered my brain to fast forward fifty years and I saw him in his eighties – and then it washed over me – this overwhelming feeling of contentment with my life and our future together.

I’m a lucky girl.

Judy Schwartz Haley

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