Here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Rhymeswithplague, outside our church on Easter Sunday morning:
Mrs. RWP is as beautiful as ever. I may be a bit longer in the tooth, but I am still hanging in there. Either my head is shrinking or my ears are growing.
Robert Browning probably summed it up best: "Grow old along with me! / The best is yet to be, / The last of life, for which the first was made."
We are not throwing in the towel just yet. We hope to be around for a while longer yet.
(Editor's note. I definitely am