Manda86,

My husband is 12 years older than me and I turn 57 tomorrow. His eyesight is starting to fail a bit so when he drives, I have to be his second set of eyes and tell him to watch out for this and that. He doesn't like it.

He is brilliant. He has a wacky sense of humor like I do. We can discuss world politics, science, education, child rearing, freeway construction, houseing construction, religion, you name it. We also laugh at the funniest, stupidest jokes.

He has had ED since I met him. For a while, Viagra worked. But as time went by, his ED and my use of antidepressants made it virtually impossible to have physical sex. Yes, it's disappointing. We figured out other ways to pleasure ourselves. He also walks around the house belching and farting CONTINUOUSLY and because he is almost deaf, he claims he doesn't know he's doing it. (Yeah, right.)

But there is not a day that goes by that he does not tell me how much he loves and cherishes me, how beautiful I am and how wonderful a wife I am. He is getting ready to retire in January. We will start a new chapter in our lives. I'm not worried about it. We love to talk and we love spending time with each other. He is my rock, too. I am good at fixing things around the house and he loves to do housework (no, you CANNOT have him). I trust him implicitly. I know that when he says he will do something, he will do it. I've never known anyone else like that in my life.

Sometimes, I wonder if I am "in love" with him anymore, too. Especially when things get boring or we argue over trivial stuff or he decides to get stubborn over something just because he can.

I heard once that being married is what you do between being in love. I personally think that the face of love changes over time.

I am damn lucky.