One morning, a married couple lying in bed, looking at the bedroom ceiling as the sun breaks through their bedroom window.
Wife: How long have we been married for?
Husband: 6 years.
Wife: You’ve promised. At least 70 more years.
Husband: (giggles) Yes I will try.
Wife: OK. Maybe 64 more years then. By then you will be . . .
Husband: 112 years old.
Wife: . . . and I will be 94 years old. Maybe I will already by forgetful by then . . .
Husband: (chuckles) Me too.
Wife: We will be birdwatching. . .
Husband: . . . drinking tea
Wife: Having scones made by our children.
Husband: Our great grandchildren perhaps?
Wife: Yeah, the scones will be all wonky but it doesn’t matter because what’s important is not always necessarily the result, but the process.
Husband: Maybe there will be no jam then.
Wife: Really? I think there will still be jam. Like sugar and salt. Something so basic. So irreplaceable.