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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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i'll be there if you will.
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I love it!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant! I'll see you there hot stuff. Good point about the hearing aid, I probably need one already. Hopefully in 50 years we won't completely lose our sense of style (are those his and her hairnets?!?!).
ReplyDeleteI picture us as the old people in that movie Letters to Juliet (have only seen the previews people). I plan on riding around on a horse in a vineyard and having my white chest hair spill out of a shirt that is tunicesque. You'll be slightly wrinkled but still quite stunning and even though we foolishly spend so much time in the sun with nary a drop of sunscreen. our skin will remain cancer-free, albeit not freckle-free.
FYI, I wouldn't want to be there with anyone else.
this reminds me of a couple that my parents used to help. one day mr. carpenter had a heart attack and my dad grabbed him up and rushed out the door to the hospital. when my mom got to the hospital with mrs. carpenter, she walked straight up to my dad and slapped his arm. she said..."in the past 72 years, hugh has never left without giving me a kiss." then she walked over to mr. carpenter and they kissed like two teenagers. nothing more precious than two 93 year olds who still hold hands and kiss when they leave the house.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome (from both of you!) Don't think I ever thought that detailed at your age, but certainly planned to go the distance. Precious forethought!
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