It's his birthday. We got a short ride in before it got too blasted hot. Isn't he handsome? Oh, la la.
So young at heart, so young a spirit, and I hope to be in half as good of shape when I am his age. He inspires me. We were having a bagel at Noah's this morning, talking about the older population in our town. I just read an article stating that we are a majority now, here. If you look around, what you see is, by and large, a very fit demographic. White hair is commonly seen on older bodies that have excellent muscle tone, are on the slender side, and damn if they aren't just HAPPY. They're also rocking their yoga or bicycle clothes. It all gives me great hope for a healthy future. And I want a long one, because I can't get enough of this man.
Passez une merveilleuse journée, mon cher!
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A wonderful happy birthday post! Wishing Steve a very happy birthday. Getting to be seniors in good healthy bodies is a great goal!
ReplyDeleteSuch sweet double portraits showing up on your blog! Happy Birthday to Steve!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to the happy man!
ReplyDeleteYou look radiant!
ReplyDeleteSweet! :)
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ReplyDeleteThank YOU, Steve, mon cher. May you rest in peace and know that you will always be loved by me and so many others.
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