Old Farts and Proud of It

Pull out your depends. Go buy some false teeth. We are officially old

This morning I surprised Shelly with two nights at a bed-and-breakfast in grand Haven Michigan. It is the same bed-and-breakfast we stayed at on the first night of our marriage. Six years later, we stayed there on the one year anniversary of the death of our daughter. It is a special place to us.

Right after I told Shelly we were going, I had a strange feeling in my stomach. I started to realize I didn't really want to go. We were sipping coffee on our back porch and enjoying being alone. (my parents had taken the kids for four nights) Did we really need to go somewhere?

So I asked Shelly, "be honest, sweetheart. Do you really want to go do this? You seem a little hesitant." (I might've been putting thoughts in her head). She told me she did, but I saw a glint in her eye that she sort of wanted to stay home too. 10 minutes later, she said, "can I be 100% honest? I don't want to go."

I belly laughed and agreed with her.

So… We are very old farts, but somehow we can both communicate in a very tricky situation.

Now it's time for us to go spend time alone in our quiet house. Maybe a cup of warm milk?

So we are going to go spend the money that we don't have at the Melting Pot instead of an expensive bed-and-breakfast. Wow…



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Posted on June 9, 2014 .