Couple walking in Kashiwazaki, Japan.

I aspire to this. If someone were to snap a photo of my husband and me unaware of that moment being frozen in time, I'd want it to show that union that love creates and transcends. Not a forced smile, not a posed moment where awareness of our imperfections threatens to take over.

I watched this couple walk down the block. They held hands the whole time, and they were chatting. He'd lean down toward her to talk (yes, she is probably going deaf, but the gesture, nevertheless, was a caring and tender one) and she'd turn to him to talk.