Hindsight

I had an interesting conversation with a friend a few days ago. We were discussing the aging process and when in this process we start looking back on our lives rather than looking ahead to what is still to come. I can definitely say that John and I are looking in opposite directions, although this said, because of our age difference I think I am starting to glance back some sooner than I might have otherwise.

This morning John and I were attempting to do a little of both, looking back and looking ahead. We found ourselves crying about the darndest little things: how much we love each other, the day to day ups and downs, the major life changing events in our relationship, the commitment we’ve had to our marriage, the travels we want to make together and with our children, the someday grandchildren to bop on our knees, how much we don’t want to do things without the other, the pros and cons of my working additional years after turning 55, the fears of being left behind when one of us has to stay in this world without the other, and the list goes on.

Conclusion? Boy do I love that man of mine! The only problem I have is that I want to be even closer to him than I already am. I want to burrow into him, crawl inside of his skin with him. If only that were possible! So, I am left just making the most of the time we have together, to laugh at the spats we occasionally have, and always remembering how deep our love has grown and continues to grow. I love you my love. OMG am I being mushy or what!


My love at work.