Forty-two-year-old Celandine threw her head back and laughed heartily. She and her husband Matthias were out in the garden on a summer evening and Matty was being his good old self. Celandine smiled and watched her husband reverently touch her belly, holding their first child.
“When?” Matty asked softly.
“Any day now. A trouble, since I have to deliver Esmes' any day now as well.”
Matty smiled at her and Celandine rested her head on his shoulder. “You’ve come a long way from the lad who dumped flour all over me.”
Matty winced. “I had hoped you had forgotten that…”