Growing old with you
At the age of 86 I hoped to still be married to the man that I fell in love with at 16.
To have experienced with him the good the bad and crisp of what life had instore.
I want my home to be decorated by my children with their husbands and their children...possibly my Grand childrens lovers.
Most of all I still want to be the same annoying, stubborn, strong willed, moraled woman my husband fell in love with the same humor that come unexpectatedly. I want to grow old next to him with on the porch listening to the silly jokes he makes that no one but I get. I want to exchange stories of the chapters that lead me to him, and him to me. Stories of the good and the bad. I still want to wake up in he's arms and feel my heart flutter, and my belly turn when he kisses my forhead. I still want to have silly arguments and then be mad for days until one breaks the silence and can't remember why we fought in the first place. I still want to have silly trips where you sing the lead and I the chorus. to have late nights where we still sip on wine and talk to each other without making any sence yet we understand each other.
And all in one. I want you to still be my first, middle and last in every espect.