“Are You Together?”  

What is so different about us as a couple that elicits this reaction? It’s simple: I’m taller than my husband. Not just “taller when I wear high heels” (which I never do); even in stocking feet, I am more than a few inches taller than he is.  When we got married, I came up with a brilliant plan to address the discrepancy: when we grew old, I would be the one to shrink and he would stay the same, so we could eventually meet in the middle. But “man plans and G-d laughs”— while I haven’t lost even a centimeter of my five-foot-seven-inch height, my husband has started shrinking. (If it seems like a particularly fanciful plan, please bear in mind I was only 18 when I formulated it.)