Where do the years go

Well I wonder where they do go as it only seems like yesterday since this old black and white photo was taken.
August 1960 to be precise – I had just met DH and we really comfortable with each other.
It was taken in Cyprus, DH was there as a serving member in the RAF and my father was also in the RAF.
We only knew each other for about 6 weeks before he popped the question and we were engaged on my 18th birthday.
As they say a lot of water has gone under the bridge since then.

And here we are 46 years on – September last year on a cruise ship in Alaska Still comfortable with each other.
Hasn’t all been love and kisses as a few sharp words have been spoken during that time but I guess we now know where to draw the line these days and have learn’t that we are both individuals who sometimes need space and time alone.