Savannah Jaye

I met the most beautiful couple today. I listened to them talk about how they had known each other for three weeks when he proposed. I heard about how after they got married they flew to New Zealand and just began traveling—and then they never stopped. 8 kids, 38 years later, and countless countries later, they’re still madly in love.

After they were done telling us their story, they told us that they wanted us to know that love was possible. Not just the love that we write about every day, but the earth-shattering, knee-buckling, mind-blowing, every expanding love that we dream of.

We jokingly told them that they were setting our standards too high, and they said “Good, we should be.”

When we asked them the secret to their relationship, they shared with us about how they take time to celebrate their life together each Saturday morning (they were married on a Saturday) to go for walks or a long drive. But mainly they just spend that time dreaming, they told us. Dreaming of their future, of their kids’ future, of their grandchildren’s futures, but most importantly, dreaming of how they were going to change the world.

I honestly don’t know which is more inspiring: their love or their commitment to changing the world.

I want that love. I want to be in love with someone who dreams with me. And I want to be in love with someone who inspires me to change the world, even at 63.