Getting old-- sigh

 Mid-40s, muddy, but springish. 

It's no secret I have some chronic pain things (ankle, knee) which, especially when I've either overdone it by walking/climbing stairs or if it's really damp, are troublesome. OK, so four loads of laundry up and down stairs on Sunday, coupled with marching around Walmart, added to days of rain... yeah, ow. So yesterday, Holly was curious, and said that she couldn't wait until all the things that hurt me were all better. I told her they likely would not ever be, but most of the time it's not too bad. She countered with "so, you're going to stay old? and get old and old and old?" 

Yes, dear, I am. That's the way it works. 

It nearly broke my heart. I love her so much, and I'd rather not get old and unable to keep up. This summer, before I get more "old," we are going to do everything I can that will make for the best summer ever. She is more than worth it.

Have a good day, friends. Love to all.

C



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