Growing Old Together
Thursday, November 3, 2016
I sit here in my recliner watching tv while I crochet. I look over at my sweet husband. His once long dark hair and thick dark beard has now turned the colors of salt and pepper. He catches me staring at him and we both smile at each other, blow little kisses and wink. Then continue watching TV. He is still as handsome as he ever was.
I have a gray hair in my eye brow and a wild hair on my chin. "I need to fix that", I whispered in the mirror. He peers into the bathroom where im standing, we give each other a wink and a smile. He continues down the hall. He doesnt even notice the new wrinkle I just found around my nose.
I squat down to get a pan from under the lower cabinate. My knees don't cooperate as I struggle to get up. Before I reach for the counter, his hand is there to help me up. We look at each other and giggle, a stroke on the check, a wink and we carry on with cooking.
His shoulder aches from years of working, I go to get him a tylenol. They were pushed somewhere between the daily vitamines and blood pressure pills. "Wheres the aspercream? He asks. "I dont remember where I put it", I said as I slipped on my glasses. He rolls his eyes, I shrug my shoulders and we go on a search. Found it.
Its time for bed, our bones sound like popcorn as we make our way to the bedroom. Hes goes ahead of me as I stop to brush my teeth. He's hiding somewhere down the hall. He will jump out and try to scare me, then we will race to the bed laughing and giggling. We will lay there and joke about our day, fight over the covers and pick on each other before finally settleing down to go to sleep. We forget we are not 21 anymore as we tire out easily at the end of the day. As I scoot in close to him, I say, "awwwe we are growing old together", he replys with, "yep, just like we wanted to do" .