George and I have been married 63 years today. He has been working at the museum since it re-opened April 1 and has a far better outlook now that he is busy again.
We have been in New York, California and Wyoming all in about 5 weeks for close family funerals and that has been wearing emotionally for both of us.
After he came back from the library this morning I really wasn't too surprized to see him holding a vase with a single red rose. Been that way ever since our tenth when he said I can't afford to buy a rose for every year we have been married. Doubt that there are even 63 red roses in town