Grow Old with Someone Who’ll Race You Down the Lumber Aisle

You know that quote floating around the internet – the one that says “Grow old with someone who makes you feel young.”

Well, I’m not just growing old with someone who makes me feel young… I somehow landed a man who makes me feel like I should a helmet and a permission slip.

Over two years ago, I met this great man. And listen – nobody was more shocked than me to discover there was still a decent one left roaming the earth. I half expected him to glitch like a hologram or disappear into a puff of smoke. But nope. He stayed. And from day one, we’ve been having fun like two teenagers who found the keys to the family minivan.

And here’s the thing: it doesn’t have to be a “fun activity.” We don’t need ziplining, jet skis, or a curated Instagram moment. We can be running errands – boring errands – and still manage to turn it into a whole spectacle.

Case in Point: Lowe’s

Picture Lowe’s. Two grown adults. Two oversized lumber carts stacked with wood. One innocent aisle.

I start running and pushing my cart like I’m training for the Lumber Olympics, and without missing a beat, this man – this respectable, responsible, fully grown man – starts racing me. No hesitation. No “people are watching.” No “the kids are embarrassed.” Just pure, unfiltered silliness.

And if you think that was our peak chaos moment, allow me to introduce

Exhibit B: Sandals

Last year, we went on vacation and somehow – somehow – ended up in the resort’s newlywed game. And by “ended up,” I mean I was leaping out of my seat like a Price Is Right contestant who just heard her name. Hands waving. Eyes sparkling. Zero shame. I was getting on that stage one way or another.

And we did. And we won. And we laughed so hard I’m pretty sure the staff considered checking our IDs to confirm we were, in fact, adults.

Being Silly Isn’t Bound to Romance

But you don’t need a romantic love to be silly with, be silly with your girlfriends. Because let me tell you – there is nothing like being at a restaurant with my crew, laughing so obnoxiously loud that even the 20‑somethings are staring at us like, “Ma’am… how are y’all having THAT much fun on a Tuesday?”

Growing older with a supportive friend group is just as magical. Just as joyful. Just as life‑giving.

And while our bodies may be getting a little older, our spirits? Oh, honey – they’re more youthful than ever. Because we’re less inhibited now. Less worried about judgment. Less concerned with fitting into anyone’s expectations.

We laugh louder. We love harder. We show up fully. And we don’t apologize for any of it.

Sure, we move a little slower these days. Sure, we go to bed earlier than we used to. Sure, we might need to pop an ibuprofen like it’s a pregame ritual so we aren’t hobbling around the next day.

But fun? Silliness? Joy? Oh, honey – those are always on the menu.

Growing Older vs. Growing Boring

Now, let’s be honest: this growing older thing can sometimes be for the birds. More doctor’s appointments. More aches and pains. Slower getting the proverbial engine going in the morning. And all that jazz.

But growing older doesn’t mean growing boring. It means you’ve earned the right to laugh loudly, love deeply, and race your partner down the aisle of a home improvement store like the absolute menaces you are.

And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because if this is what “getting older” looks like… then go ahead and sign me up for the senior discount. I’ll be the one in aisle 12, racing my man with a cart full of lumber, a bottle of ibuprofen in my purse, my girlfriends cheering from the sidelines, and zero shame.

Let’s Have a Conversation:

Who are you growing old with? Do these people help you find joy every day? What silly things have you done with your crew?