Growing Old Together

“Honey, I would love to grow old with you,” she said, removing her glasses to put her head on my shoulder.

We were watching a Clint Eastwood movie that co-stars Ed Harris. The breeze from outside was nice and cooling. I kissed the top of her head.

“I’m already old,” I replied. “How much older do you want me to be?”

She laughed, poking my ribs.