Neither of our parents got to enjoy this post-children, post-college and post-career era that most couples work toward.  My parents didn’t make it to their 34th Anniversary and my mother-in-law was widowed by her 40th.  Our children are grown and well on their way with homes and children of their own. Our financial responsibilities are completed and time is our own.  We are blessed to be heading to our 50th and in good health.

Working on our bucket list although it’s not actually on paper, long range planning has never been our thing.  It took a little time to adjust to the 24/7 togetherness and our roles at this time in our lives, but I think we’ve been ironing out those kinks in the road on a daily basis. Although bed time and whose car are we taking today come up in a bit of an adversarial scenario daily. I’m not looking forward to the day we decide to be a one car retired couple although my Miata will always have a place in our garage.

Our house keeps us grounded and I don’t see that changing in the too near future.  But unloading some of the clothes and stuff that We have accumulated in our closets, garage and basement are a constant conversation that seems to be going nowhere.

Hopefully me and my retired groom will be able to ease in to forever, without the abrupt kick in the pants over the rainbow my parents got.

Hey maybe that will be this retired couple’s new Irish/Hungarian Blessing.

“May you ease into forever without the abrupt kick in the pants over the rainbow that our parents got.”

Or

“May we get to use all the Social Security $$$$ that we paid in every pay check for over 40 years plus the interest it should have earned.” Especially since our parents never got to use their government investment.