By Davan 
Hello, dear friends… As I promised, I’m excited to share the special news with you all. Just three days ago, I married my beloved sweetheart in a quiet and intimate ceremony at the old courthouse in my charming little town, tucked away in rural Arizona. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just the two of us and our wonderful witnesses, keeping everything simple, serene, and meaningful. It was a calm, peaceful moment that reflected exactly what we wanted: no big fuss, no elaborate celebrations, just love and the promise of forever between the two of us. Afterward, we went to a cozy local restaurant and enjoyed a delicious steak dinner, savoring the quiet joy of the day. There was no grand spectacle, no flashy attention—just us, together, in the moment. My new husband is 89, and I’m 76, but age has never been something that could stand in the way of our love. We’ve always known that love isn’t defined by numbers, but by the bond that grows stronger over time. It’s a reminder that no matter where we are in life, it’s never too late to find love and build a beautiful future together. We feel blessed to have found each other and couldn’t be happier to start this new chapter of our lives together.