The setting: A country restaurant in Meridianville, Ala.
The characters: An elderly couple, in their 70s or 80s.
The moment: As they were getting ready to leave, the husband walked slowly around the table to help his wife, who was using a cane and having a hard time getting up. As he carefully helped her get to her feet, he smirked and said, “Jump.” She giggled at him and they hobbled away, his hand on the small of her back.
I want to grow old with someone willing to keep making me laugh, and who’s not afraid of a light mocking every now and then. Pretty sure I’ve found him. He’s already poked fun at me for today’s basketball injury. Hell, I’m already halfway to old lady with this heating pad wrapped around my shoulder.