Bill, I love your writing. Thank you for recording all the those lovely moments. As time goes by, we tend to become cynical and forgetful. Years later, when we are inevitably old and frail, and hopelessly and helplessly sit by the fireplace, staring at the glowing and dying charcoals, we will repeat such moments in the seas of our memories, which is basically all we possess, which is most precious to us.... I want to kiss you now.