I have dropped my daughter off at school, stopped at Shopper’s for throat lozenges and bandaids, picked up a bacon and egg mcmuffin for myself, and driven to work. I’ve just put the coffee on, taken the garbage out, and fired up my computer, when my wife texts and asks me if I want to go for breakfast.

We’ve been going out for 30 years, married for more than 25, and my heart still melts when she walks in the room. I have skipped classes, failed courses, moved to strange cities, traveled to foreign countries, and quit jobs because of her.

You may think me a fool, or a saint. I am neither - at least definitely not a saint, and hopefully not a fool. We have had our share of fights, I have my own life, my own career, my own foibles. But I am blessed to share my life with someone, to actually grow old with her. Our children are in the process of leaving us. We’ll be left with each other soon. And on a scale of 1 to 10, in terms of happiness, I’m running at about a 9 most of the time, these days.

A friend of mine died a few years ago, knew he was going to die the year preceding, and was happy. “Trust the process,” he used to say. I have no premonitions of an early demise. But I did learn at an early age to do what’s most important today, because you never know what will happen tomorrow.

So, I’m ditching the egg mcmuffin and going out for breakfast.