She says she wants to have fun. After twenty-five years she breaks the news. Sure there have been tough times. But it has been mostly marvelous. We have brought up three wonderful kids. They are forging ahead and finding their way. We can worry, but it won’t do any good. They phone us and we feel good. That’s the way it is, we are losing our power, not that we ever had any.
But, this having fun thing. I know she is serious. We both know what is coming next. The sun is out and having trouble shining through the smoke. I can still swim. She dared me to dive off the cliff into the lake. I dared her to take off her top. We used to do it so easy so long ago.
I could have fun if I had to, I’m thinking.