Sitting in their rocking chairs on the front porch, Girard turned to look at her.
Age had yet to take its toll on Ellen’s skin. Her blue-green eyes still sparkled the same way that they did when he first met her at the diner forty-two years ago. Her hair had since turned salt-and-pepper in color, and had also grown a considerable amount. Her smile always lit up the room, and her laugh was contagious.
Girard loved these things about Ellen, and he fell more in love with her every day.
One more day would mark their fortieth wedding anniversary.