How They Met: Late-Blooming Love
Marriage at 50-Plus
We got married on July 18, 1999. In Hebrew the number 18, or chai, is sacred; the word itself means life. We thought it fitting to begin our marriage on a day filled with as much magic as our lives now held. After a honeymoon in Paris, we settled into a new house, bringing nothing but our clothing and personal effects. Every stick of furniture we bought together, with love.
And just to show you how in sync we still are, two years ago we decided we wanted to live nearer the water, so we sold our house and moved into a condo on the ocean. We'd lived there for exactly a week when we looked at each other over breakfast and said, "This doesn't feel right." It was uncanny. "Life's too short," we agreed, and we got on the phone and proceeded to buy back our old house.
What can I say? It was bashert.
Originally published in Ladies' Home Journal magazine, October 2005.