I look into his blue eyes, my hands in his. I see my love for him reflect back like a reflection in a mirror. He is smiling while he awaits my answer. I gasp for words. He is my whole world and, at this moment, I am his.
He lifts his hand and brushes a stray hair from my cheek before he leans in to place his lips on mine, after a meaningful kiss he asks again…
‘Will you marry me?’
‘Yes of course I will.’
Married for 64 years, he may ask me again tomorrow.