Nostalgia
A flurry of snowflakes blew through the door as the elderly couple returned to their home.
“Well, Carl,” said the wife with a smile, “I think that was a nice wedding.”
“It was,” the husband agreed, gently taking off his wife’s coat and putting it into the closet. “I think we’re gainin’ a fine nephew-in-law.” He removed his own coat and turned back to face his wife, grinning. “Why, Sarah, you’re red as a tomato in July.”
“It’s cold out,” Sarah explained with a teasing smile. “If you didn’t already notice.”
“I noticed,” Carl said with an appreciative shiver. “I think this calls for some hot cocoa.”
A few moments later, they had water heating up in an old fashioned kettle and soft holiday music playing in the background. “Every time we see one of these kids married off, it reminds me of our special day,” murmured Sarah with a reminiscent sigh.
Carl chuckled softly and caught her hands, spinning her in a gentle waltz across the kitchen floor. “I was just thinkin’ the same thing,” he said. She leaned her head against his shoulder as the music continued quietly humming on.
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