A friend sent me a link to singer Ingrid Michaelson’s cover of the 1961 Elvis Presley classic, “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” The video looks like a young bride-to-be’s fantasy. But knowing my friend, a sixty-something retired partner in an accounting firm she co-founded, a budding artist, and married for 40+ years to man roughly 12 years her senior, I looked for something in her missive beyond a bride’s rosy lens.
It was there, all right, and it hit me squarely between the eyes.
“Take my hand, take my whole life, too.”
Layers of meaning only discernible by the long-married, such as my friend, such as myself, also a sixty-something year old married for 30 years to a man I adore who is 14 years my senior. Can we ever see our end in our beginning?