After breakfast, Ivy and I went to see her physical therapist. We’re in the waiting room and Ivy is looking at a magazine, while I texted Chris and Jason telling them plans about the bachelor party.

Looking around, I realized there are sure a lot of old people here. I guess when you get old, physical therapy becomes a way of life. I hate the idea of getting old. Well… maybe not if it was with my Ivy. I can picture sitting on a porch swing watching our grandkids play in the backyard. Having cookouts with our kids and traveling together. Visiting all the places we always wanted to see...