"What?" she asked, looking at me with her incredible blue eyes.

I took a deep breath. "Sitting beside you on a porch swing, or in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth while our children and grandchildren play around us."

"Are you calling me old?" she teased as a smile played on her lips.

"Please," I said in disbelief. "You, my dear, will never be old. You know what I mean."

She nodded. "Yes, I would love to grow old with you. Lance."

"You won't ...