When I Turn 89


If I make it that far, I want the phone to ring off the hook, like my Grandpa’s did.

I want to greet visitors with crisp Champagne, artisan cheeses, and gorgeous pottery filled with strong coffee.


I want to kiss my husband and hold him dearly, then turn to my kids and grandkids and great grandkids and say,
“Honey, it was all worth it. ”

I will play pickup sticks with the little ones, speak of summer long trips, and think forward, with optimism inherently.
I will gaze at the sunset and marvel at the stars and look on calendars without anxiety.


I will walk with laughter and by that point, really know how to plan, and deal unscrupulously with any matter at hand.

I will choose more butter in the pan, which will hopefully be French and will hang over the sink from great hooks.

I will put every candle in the cake and not believe I am more than fifty-nine, perhaps.


When I am “this many”, (imagine only good) I will have gotten out of my way, and put all bets on love.

A very happy birthday to my friend and dear Grandpa, Dick. You make it all look too easy.


2 thoughts on “When I Turn 89

  1. What a beautiful post, Mel. I’m with you on all of that, down to the pickup sticks and artisan cheeses! A very happy birthday to your grandpa, and I’m so glad you’re having such a great trip 🙂 xoxo, Sam

    • Thanks, Samantha, love. Imagine your style and collections by then, you amazing designer! Hopefully we can have many a girls’ weekend by then. Let’s aim for three every decade, at least!

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