Thursday, July 4, 2013
When I'm Old
"What do you think I'll be like when I'm old?" I peered at my husband over my coffee cup as we sat entwined on the stairs of our new home.
"Well," he said thoughtfully. "You'll have laughed a lot by then, so you'll have lots of wrinkles around your eyes and mouth, and you'll probably be all bent over. You'll wear your hair up in one of those old lady bandanas so we can't really see what color your hair is. And your voice will be all creaky like an old rocking chair, but the kids in the neighborhood won't care because you'll be the lady with all the cats who makes all the cookies."
I wasn't exactly sure I liked all that. He reached forward and touched my cheek. "But I will love you just the same... only better. How about me?"
I grinned at him. "I'll love you when you're a wrinkly old lady, too."