We both became Christians so on our tenth anniversary, we renewed our vows before God. Time eventually silenced the naysayers. They are all gone now but LaRee's and my love still dances on.
Multiple sclerosis put me in a wheelchair years ago. We haven't physically danced in years but we still remember our last dance. My legs don't work but our hearts still dance as one. We waltz with a smile; our hearts twirl with a knowing glance. We are the only dancers on the dance floor in the little grey cells of my mind. Ah yes, I can imagine it all.
And then I think back to the early passionate days of our marriage. LaRee asked me what I wanted most. In the glow of her breathless charm I said all I wanted was to grow old together. My wish is coming true. We will dance to the end of love. The beauty of real love is that it does not end with a last breath or kiss. I have learned that not even death ends love.
Marriages still do last -- not just ours'. Don't listen to naysayers, the cultural cynics and give up on commitment to matrimonial love.
The Church teaches:
"In his teaching Jesus unequivocally taught the original meaning of the union of man and woman as the Creator willed it from the beginning: permission given by Moses to divorce one's wife was a concession to the hardness of hearts. The matrimonial union of man and woman indissoluble. God himself has determined it: "what therefore God has joined together, let no man put asunder."" 
Imagine our dance LaRee! Imagine it though my shoes never touch the floor; the soles don't wear out. Our bodies will but our souls never will.
[Click on image below or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGorjBVag0I for Leonard Cohen and "Dance Me To The End of Love".