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During that time he took to doing the laundry, but he didn't quite get the concept, initially, about separating whites from colors. After awhile when our whites had turned grey he good-naturedly look a tutorial from me on the separation of lights, brights and darks. And never again did the twain meet.

Needless to say, he also began doing the grocery shopping and even after I was fully recovered he still did the shopping and the laundry"and did I mention he liked washing the dishes! He said he found it relaxing. I said, "Relax away my love."

I remember the first time I came to visit him after he was sent home from the rehab facility. In preparation of my arrival he went grocery shopping. He spent $70 and all he bought were condiments.   He bought green and black olives because he knew I loved olives, but he couldn't remember which I preferred. He bought kosher pickles and capers and cheeses and an assortment of crackers. I can't recall what else; what I do recall was how lovingly adorable he was. He wanted so much to please me.

What he didn't know, couldn't have known at that time, was that all I needed or wanted was to be encapsulated in his being, to be enfolded in the strength of his arms, to gaze into the blue hue of his eyes, to stare at his beautiful, glorious face, to smell his breath, to rest my head in the crook of his neck, to lie like spoons with our breath in unison as if we were dancing.

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What I didn't know at the time was that he wanted the same as I. He used to tell me that he wanted me to move in with him but he was certain if I did he'd do nothing else ever again but undo me. Just remembering, just thinking of his words, hearing his cadence in my head I can feel that "newness" that all young lovers know in the pit of my tummy.

Thirty-two years married; thirty-four years together yet not nearly enough time. I would do anything to relive every moment of our time together all over again -- and I would change nothing at all. Well, maybe a time or two ...

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Norma Sherry is co-founder of TogetherForeverChanging.org, an organization devoted to educating, stimulating, and igniting personal responsibility particularly with regards to our diminishing civil liberties. She is also an award-winning (more...)

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