Sarah Wagland, 50.
I smiled at my husband, Paul, admiring himself in the mirror.
“I’m like that Benjamin Button,” he smirked, referring to the film we’d just watched.
Oh my, he thinks he looks like Brad Pitt, I thought.
“Oh really, why’s that then?” I asked.
“Every day, I get younger and better looking,” he replied, flexing his muscles.
“You’re absurd!” I howled with laughter.
Paul, 42, always made me laugh.
It was 2010, and we’d been together since we were teenagers.
We now had three kids, Jess, 18, James, 15, and Katie, 12.
Paul adored being a dad and did everything he could for them.
That year, Jess had our first grandchild, Daisy. Two years later, a little boy, Charlie, followed.
Paul was just as loving to them, taking…
