One of the most deeply held treasures of my life is the enormous difference between my wife and me. She is very young at heart and I am very old at heart. A good example of this is that my wife dances, twirls and shakes through any given day. Every song, old rock and roll, country and even gospel is a reason to begin to shake, rattle, and roll. Add to this that she has impeccable rhythm and my life is spent laughing, admiring, and cutting in to all this young punk delinquency. I would spend my days with my feet in the stream and my head on a rock daydreaming and she would be upon the rock, jumping in the stream, shaking all she had on the way down and whooping it up when she came out. Why is this a treasure? Makes an old soul always young. My life is better than my daydreams.
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