Sixty-two-year-old Celandine held her two-year-old son, Birch on her hip and watched her other children gaze at Bilbo Baggins who was telling a story. Celandine smiled and turned to her husband Matthias. “I think Birch here is sleepy.” she said quietly. “I’ll go put him to bed.”
After quietly closing the bedroom door, Celandine turned and bumped into Matty.
Her husband fingered the gold oval-shaped locket he had given her for a wedding present. “It’s been nearly twenty years.” he said softly.
Celandine smiled at him. “Twenty wonderful years.”
He kissed her gently and Celandine felt like a lass again.