It's an overused phrase, and perhaps all too simplistic, but the clock is ticking, at a faster pace, every hour it seems. Does this matter? Perhaps not to many of you, but I love life so much, every breath of it, and I hate seeing it slip so unstoppably fast through my fingers. The joy I feel waking up every morning, looking over at my husband, Joe, as we sip coffee in our living room, is achingly powerful. How blessed I feel, each and every day. Our nearly 37 years together have flown by. Of course we have had our struggles; our egos have put up a go[...]