Last evening I was given the best gift for Valentine's Day. A dear couple who has been married for 24 some years invited me over for a decadent and delightful dinner of champagne, lobster, wine, salads, breads, more wine, tater tots, a little more wine, and a succulent dessert followed by aperitifs. The mouthwatering meal danced well with the drinks that encouraged authenticity and brought a blush to our cheeks. Their home was warm and festive, their smiles quick, their stories fascinating. But better than the food, and the wine, and the chatter was the moment he sat back and paused, looking at her from across the table in all of her loveliness that an attractive, successful, feminine woman in her sixties possesses, and said simply, "I love how you look right now." Maybe it was the jazz music or the soft flickering candlelight or the kick in the apple brandy, but in the precious pause that followed every doubt and discouragement I've had about finding a love worth spending forever slipped out the back door and away into the cool night air.
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