I like old people love. The kind of love that has spanned decades. The gracious, timeless ‘even though your ass got saggy, your feet got calloused and your eyes don’t see that well anymore, I still feel lucky to be with you and hold your hand through life’, kind of love.
I believe in it, I aspire to it and I feel especially fortunate to get a glimpse of it. On a sunny Wednesday afternoon in Howick.