I am going to live to be 107. How do I know this? Well, I was forced into a pinky promise the other night by my 5-year old. She told me that when she is 80, she and I are going to sit on the front porch and yell at teenagers telling them their music stinks (because of course it will. We already know this).
So she made me promise I will still be alive so that we can live together as two grouchy old women. At least she hasn’t made me promise that there will be cats involved. I don’t want to be the crazy cat lady!
It is times like this that really melt my heart. I had tears in my eyes after tucking her into bed that night. I hope that she always thinks of me this way, that she will always want me around and not be sick of me.
So if you live for another 75 years, please feel free to join us. The more the merrier, you know!