We took turns laying on the bench to look up at the vividly blue sky and yellow leaves. With our arms stretched from my chair in the sun and his chair in the shade, we held hands. He moved to sit on a rock at the shore and I followed.

We watched as a glistening spot in the middle of the river, traveled in a path that lead directly to us. It sparkled like fireworks going off in the water. If we were high we would have thought we were tripping. But, we were very much clear and living in the moment. We were certain it was God, showing up, just for us.

I said, “I want us to grow old together.” He said, “we are — you may not realize it, but we really are.”