This is one part of my happy ending. First I have to find the man who makes me smile everytime I look into his beautiful eyes. Second, figure out where we’ll spend the remainder (barring any bad outside influences) of our life, then third, have my house with my swing. As you grow older, you can sit on the porch swing and just watch the world go by. Be an observer, which I think is the best way to live through life. I want to be 90 years old, sitting on my front porch, knitting, with my grandchildren running all around me. Maybe someday I could at least have the swing.