Mom was mobile but unsteady. Getting in and out of a car was an act of faith on both our parts. We often waltzed our way out of a potential disaster into a waiting seat.“Would you like to dance?” I asked, turning our swaying into a dip. “Oh, yes,” she said with a smile.
I married at 48 years old, for the first time; to someone I had known, off and on, for 13 years. The most interesting question asked after my wedding was: “Why did you get married at this point in life?”