Back in our early years as a couple, Mr. Macchiato and I would lay in bed and talk for hours. We'd gaze into each other's eyes and tell each other how good looking we thought the other was... We'd talk about how much we loved each other... We'd talk about things we wanted to do someday... We'd talk about names we liked for children even years after we stopped having them... We'd reminisce about fun times...
Mr. Macchiato: Did you make an appointment with Penrad? (follow up mammogram, I've been having to go every six months)
Me: No. I told you you had to make your appointments first.
Mr. Macchiato: I have an appointment with the dermatologist. (he had a melanoma cancer removed from his back in 2004 and is late for this year's check)
Me: Yes, and I told you I also wanted your cholesterol checked.
Mr. Macchiato: That is a waste of money. I lost all that weight, exercise regularly and I'm sure it is fine.
Me: You haven't been for a physical in over four years and there are plenty of people walking around that are active and not overweight that still have a cholesterol problem. You are probably within normal limits but I want to know for sure... for peace of mind.
Mr. Macchiato: What is more important? High cholesterol or breast cancer?
Me: You are the hold up! Make the appointment and I'll make mine!
Mr. Macchiato: You are so stubborn.
Me: No, you are stubborn.
Mr. Macchiato: Ugh! Fine!
I'll spare you the play by play recounting of other recent conversations/observations involving gray and thinning hair, errant nose, ear and eyebrow hair... possible mustaches... geezer necks, wrinkles, and flabby skin.
There's also the wide eyed nights of questions that just hang in the air that are full of worry. College expenses, needed house repairs, medical bills, etc.
I have to laugh about it all a little bit. I don't think we ever really believed that we would get old some day. It is a bit shocking to see the signs.