They lay together, then, face to face, their limbs like wisteria vines cultivated over four decades, twirled and tangled into one inseparable sturdiness. They gazed without spoken word, open, relaxed; their eyes alone reading hearts and deep histories in the coolness of the linens that cradled them as softly as each easy breath.
The hint of a shadow crossed his face.
“What,” her eyes asked. She exhaled. “What is it?”
“I was just thinking about everything changing,” he whispered. “Nothing lasts.”
A conviction rose in her chest. The weight of her joy and gratitude for this man, for their marriage, burgeoned, uncontainable, until it blossomed into a tender smile that turned up the corners of her mouth and broke into a fresh sparkle in her face. Light shone from her eyes and spread over him, as reassuring as a warm blanket.