A few years ago, when I was 18, my family and I went to the Lake District for just over a week. We rented out a beautiful chalet right on the water of Lake Windermere, and we just spent it without phones, computers, internet, etc. We walked around the fells and hiked up paths, did some mountain biking and rowing, and took leisurely cruises around some of the lakes. It was a lovely little holiday.
On one of the cruises, we met this couple. They were about 85 years old, and were taking what they called a second honeymoon. They were with us for most of the day, and I just fell in love with them. They were still so in love, so happy and so cute together, after more than forty or fifty years together. And when I say cute, I mean cute- they leaned their heads against each other, whispered in each other’s ears, teased each other, and generally just acted like a couple in young love. The wife teased her husband about his “reckless flirting” with me and said he’d “always been good with the ladies”. He’d recently had a minor stroke so I helped him on and off the boats and up slopes and stuff, and he always winked back at his wife as he took my arm.
It made me so happy to see them, and to see that people can be happy together after that long.