Al and I had a fabulous night out last night, just the two of us. (Sparkles.)
We laughed uproariously, we gushed romantically, we dreamed, we bubbled about the kids, planned vacations we envision taking in the next few years - just the fun stuff. The happy, so-in-love-with-life-and-each-other conversations you get to have when all the stars and planets and hormones align that one special night a quarter or so.
And the topic of retirement came up, as it will, when hopes for the future are on the table.
"You know, I just don't get why people retire up here..." pondered Al.
"Well, their families are here and they want to be near their families." I speculated.
"I'm not gonna still be here when I'm old... shoveling snow. (Pause.) When I'm 70, the only frost I ever see's gonna be on the outside of my beer glass."
Sigh. Don't worry prairie friends, we'll be back for the summers. And you can come down and sleep on the pull-out in February.