An elderly couple, Bert and Edna, are relaxing together on their porch swing

On a quiet Sunday evening, Bert and Edna—married for fifty-five years—rock gently on their porch swing. Their tea is slightly cool, and nearby squirrels squabble over a stray Cheeto. The sunset casts a warm golden glow over the yard. Suddenly, Edna speaks up.

“Bert, we should talk about our bucket lists.”

He squints at her over his glasses.

“Bucket lists? Edna, I’m eighty-seven. Right now, my biggest goal is remembering where I put my socks.”

She chuckles.

“No, silly. I mean things we’ve always wanted to do but never got around to—before we… you know, check out.”

Bert scratches his chin.

“Well… I’ve always wanted to try skydiving.”

Edna blinks.

“You? You almost fainted tying your shoes last week!”

He grins.

“If I don’t make it, just aim me toward the neighbor’s yard. Always wanted to spook that guy.”

They laugh together. Edna nods.

“Alright. You skydive. I’ll do mine.”

Bert narrows his eyes.

“And what exactly is yours?”

A mischievous sparkle lights up her gaze.

“Remember your recliner leaning to the left for twenty years?”

He nods, still blaming the dog.

“After you spilled grape soda on my curtains in ’89, I shoved a spatula under that leg.”

Bert gasps.

“You’re evil!”

She sips her tea calmly.

“And that remote that only played Hallmark movies? I slipped a penny inside the battery compartment.”

He groans.

“Why?”

“Because revenge is better served with mistletoe, snowball fights, and dramatic flair.”

Bert leans back, smirking.

“My turn. Remember my Saturday ‘fishing trips’?”

Edna raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t fish.”

“Exactly. I was bowling. Four trophies hidden behind the water heater in the basement.”

They laugh, remembering the time she once tossed his trophies out the car window during a 1965 argument.

Weeks later, Edna replaces the recliner, and Bert goes skydiving—landing triumphantly in the neighbor’s yard. Saturdays turn into bowling days together, not just for the sport, but for shared jokes and memories.

Years pass. Then one day, a car accident takes them both. At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter greets them and shows their heavenly home: a gourmet kitchen, a Jacuzzi, championship golf courses, and an endless five-star buffet.

“Everything’s included,” he says. “Eat, drink, enjoy—no limits.”

Bert frowns.

“So… no low-fat or low-cholesterol stuff?”

St. Peter laughs.

“Nope. No restrictions. You’ll never get sick or gain weight here.”

Bert turns to Edna, shaking his head.

“This is all your fault! Fifty years of kale muffins and bran cereal!”

Edna laughs, squeezing his hand.

“Oh, Bert. Even here, you’re still the grumpiest man I love.”

Hand in hand, they wander off—ready to rock that porch swing for eternity.

✨ Love isn’t just big moments. It’s hidden spatulas, secret trophies, and laughter that lasts forever.