Happiness is…
“Fat day,” I say to MindReader as he ascends the stairs. He looks in on my bath and turns the taps off.
“Don’t be silly.”
“Look,” I say, turning sideways.
MindReader smiles. “Well, you did have a big dinner…”
I turn back to the mirror and begin peering at my face again. I don’t know where the lines around my mouth have come from.
MindReader comes up behind me – my favourite kind of cuddle – and ponders us in the mirror. He smiles at me and his 27-year-old eyes go all crinkly.
I feel a frisson as I look at us in the mirror.
Because, if you think about it, we are already growing old together.
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Funny, I said the same thing to my husband yesterday – I told him that I love spending the rest of my life with him. I usually think of us in 50 years or something, but really, we’re spending the rest of our lives together all the time!
Fat day? You? Pshaw!! (ok, I know anyone can have a fat day but, please don’t dwell on it, there is no WAY you are fat…probably just the doctors might consider stopping thinking you are anorexic on one of your fat days)
And yes, growing old starts early…definitely earlier than I’d like but at least the “together” part of it makes it a lot nicer.
Lovely post!
27? Fat? Old?
It’s all about perspective …