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  • First thing in the morning my husband gets up and prepares himself a coffee, while I still enjoy my skin touching the soft and cool sheets of my bed. Then I also go downstairs and prepare my cup of coffee, on my own coffee - machine, yes, really: we are quite decadent, each with his and her own coffee - machine. Before I push the buttons in mine I pass his in the kitchen and enjoy the aroma of his coffee. I prefer the smell of coffee to its taste.

    I sit down in front of my computer to check my mails while he reads the news on his and tells me this or that, which has happened.

    This morning the sun was coming through early, especially my first sip of coffee was this huge pleasure.

    Suddenly my husband turns around and ask me:" Today is February 17th, isn´t that some important date for us?"

    He never knows a date, whenever he has to fill out some paper he has to ask me the day, the month and even the year we are in.

    I just remembered that today, Monday 17th the sister of my maid, would get to know if the tumors that were operated out of her breasts a month ago are benign or not.

    I looked back at him and thought The 17th of February, February 17th.... as if this was a kind of Mantra.

    And suddenly I got it," We got married on February 17th 36 years ago!!!!"

    "Yes, exactly!" he screams and jumps up and we hug and kiss and then we have to laugh and laugh and laugh about these old folks we have become without hardly ever noticing.....
    My husband and I on an Alaska . Cruise in 2006
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