We had went out four or five times before I realized he dipped chewing tobacco. Four months into us, I smile because before he takes a dip, he gives me a kiss.
Mid fifties, married thirty years. My husband has sweetly asked me to try to outlive him, because he doesn't want to face life alone.
His odds are pretty good. Both our mothers (still living!) outlived our fathers. And our grandmothers...
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canadafreeze says,
Dip in my world has a completely different meaning, but your memoir still applies;-)MO_Thoughts2 says,
Yep, lots of kisses then. :-p