Arrival

My Hero.It’s happened.For forty years, we were knee-deep in cossetting a career, raising kids, paying bills, grooming a home and living.With the turning of the stars, we have become empty nesters.And retirees.All at once.Now, our mornings consist of: visiting as we leisurely climb out of bed.Bike rides with grandkids.Breakfast together.Gardening.Lunch together.Projects.Naps.Supper together.More visiting.And the final cap on the day, a favourite movie.We’ve stepped into an alternate universe.And I’m discovering I like it.Now, before you think it’s all sunshine and roses, let me bring you to this morning . . .I was seated by the computer, reading.Husby was pottering about. Getting dressed and organizing himself for heading outside to tend his jungle garden. He had donned a shirt, then become distracted with putting in his ‘ears’ and grooming his hair and beard.Then he stood in the middle of the room. “I’m ready to go out.” He frowned. “But I’m forgetting something.”I looked at him over my glasses. “Pants?”“Pants!” He happily dug some out of his dresser and put them on, then disappeared.Yep. We’ve arrived.

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