“Those clouds are beautiful,” she said, gazing through the windshield. Whole mountain ranges of the cottonous vapors were cumulating in the summer sky.
“I’m hoping they’ll turn into something,” he replied.
“You mean like Mr. Potato Head? Or a horse with wings? Or a fairy
castle?”
She sighed with contentment, secure in the knowledge that she had
chosen the right man to marry all those years ago.
And those are the types of moments that make a beautiful life.
ReplyDeleteWhat a very nice story! I suspect it is a true story and reveals quite a bit.
ReplyDeleteThe true blessing of a long & loving marriage, remembering the special qualities that drew you together in the first place, and appreciating them anew.
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