My husband, Charles, and I agree on many things, but aging is not one of them. While I’m self-conscious about our status as later-in-life lovers, he’s blissfully unaware.

On our wedding day last year, I thought we’d curated our lovefest’s soundtrack perfectly. We’d walk down the aisle to “The Best Is Yet to Come.’’ Our first dance would begin with a newer song by Jill Barber, “Never Quit Loving You,’’ morphing into Ella Fitzgerald singing the Jerome Kern classic “All the Things You Are.’’ The millennial guests would bop to Pitbull; our cohorts would shake their gravitationally compromised booties to “Love Shack.’’

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