Last night we're sitting in our camping chairs listening to music with a lot of other people. There's an elderly couple that walks by us. They're holding hands and softly talking to each other and smiling.
My daughter leans into me and tells me, "Mom - that's going to be you and Daddy pretty soon."
Ahh. My daughter is being sentimental. I look at her and a smile stretches across my face and then she tells me, "Ya, you're getting old."