When I'm 64? ( gotta love the beatles)
This Valentines day got me a thinking about LOVE. You know that kind that lasts through everything and can stop time. The kind that can endure anything and come out on top. The kind that changes and only grows stronger as the two of you change and get older and so my optimism began. . . . .
I am optimistic that mr. husband will love me as I age and start to go grey, enjoy prunes with me when the bowels start to misbehave, have wheel chair races when we both cant walk anymore, tell me I'm the most beautiful girl he knows even when all this sun I have soaked up over the years has taken its revenge, hug me close even if there is "more to love", still kiss me every night right before bed- even if its 7pm. I am optimistic he will inform me when my skirt is tucked into my undies instead of just laugh, continue to have me walk on the inside of him away from the road, remind me to soak my dentures, and eat the meals I make as my seeing diminishes and I "try to remember" all the ingredients. . . . .
But then I thought,"no I'm not optimistic this will happen, I KNOW with all my heart it will."