I now introduce my beloved as “the love of my life”. I tell him how handsome he is to me. I say, “thank you”, and “please”, and make it a point to comment on things he does for us and others that make the world better. With 52 years of marriage, I wish I had figured it out earlier, before the crisis that nearly caused a divorce, but I thank God for second chances. He brings me flowers, and tonight is grilling steak just for us. I recommend constant verbal flowers of appreciation. They are healing and build love.