Only if there was enough for my Chris too.
I love my husband Chris with all of my heart and want to live just as long as he does and no longer. My soul will die when his does, whether my body does or not.
When I look in the mirror these days I frown at the blemishes and gray hair. I have gained a lot of weight and I don’t even feel like myself anymore. It is hard to exercise with chronic pain but I try. I wish I could look and feel like I once did BUT my husband is also gray, heavier and…. well he is just as lovable as ever. He has mellowed with age actually. He reminds me so much of his dad. Actually, the more I think about it…..
No. I am happy with the way things are. My husband doesn’t seem to mind that I have aged and I love him more every single day.
I am looking forward to living out the rest of my days with my husband. My kids are mostly grown and at some point I will (hopefully) have some grandchildren to love and spoil. And when I die, I am looking forward to seeing my mom and all of my other friends and relatives again. Heaven’s garden is being looked after by my angel mother.
Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,The last of life, for which the first was made:Our times are in His handWho saith “A whole I planned,Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”— Robert Browning (from the poem Rabbi Ben Ezra)–