
At dinner, I told Vince all about my day and my glamorous lunch and then posed to him my question. My husband's eyes went soft as he looked at my face. Then, to my surprise, he softly recited this poem to me...
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face...
- "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats
He told me many might remember how pretty I was or maybe everyone will forget but to him, I grow more precious each day and every line on my face and every graying hair is a triumph of a life lived together in hope and friendship and passion and love.