I'm almost sixty and married to a man thirty years younger than me. -nana

I was fifty-nine, yes.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel "late."

I felt on time.

Because it doesn't matter how many nights someone brings you a glass of water.

What matters is whether they bring it to take care of you… or to extinguish you.

And I had already learned to tell the difference.