when: every saturday morning of the year 2046 and on
where: the dairy section of our local grocer
attire: head to toe his-and-hers denim and white sneakers
we will spend a few minutes discussing the notes we've brought along for planning a pancake breakfast for our grand kids and adorably weigh the virtues of medium brown versus large white eggs (the couple in the pic was totally doing this).
we probably won't be as good-looking or firm as we are now, but then we also probably won't get in a shouting match about rice either. losing some of the passion might be a good thing.
we will lack muscle tone, hair lustre, and collagen, but we will have 40 years of memories and magic under our built-in elastic belts to get us by.
i will change the batteries in your hearing aid (size 357? no sweat) and help you tie/velcro your shoes if you'll get the mail on really hot days and keep the bird feeders filled up.
i promise i will love you more and gentler and deeper and quieter than i ever imagined i could back when we vowed to go the distance.
i'll be there if you will.