He leafed through the old photo albums, occasionally stopping to look at a picture and remember the people in it. The old black and white photos of his parents and grandparents brought back fond memories.
Then he found her photo album.
The pretty fabric cover told him instantly that it belonged to a girl and not just any girl—his wife.
On the first page, he found the picture of the bike. He smiled as he remembered the first time he saw her riding down Blueberry Hill. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as she rode past him way too fast for the slope. Worried that she was going too fast, he had followed her on his bike. He caught up with her just as she nearly hit a car at the end of the street.
Skidding up beside her, he grinned. “Do it again?”
She had nodded yes. They turned the bikes around and began the long hard ride up the hill. At ten years old, life was an adventure.
Closing his eyes, he remembered the first time he kissed her. They sat in his dad’s car as he’d just gotten his license, and she was his first date.
The next picture was from the following year. This time they sat in his first car. He remembered how he had worked part-time after school and all summer to save up the money for an old jalopy that barely ran. He’d kept the car until he graduated. She had been there all through the years. Pictures of them scattered through their family albums.
Now years later, he could still remember the day she almost killed herself riding down Blueberry Hill.
Closing the album, he got up and met her at the door.
Taking her hand, he kissed her. “Do it again?”
She nodded yes, smiling, and kissed him again, and they left the house.
They walked to the church’s altar as their families, children, and grandchildren watched from the pews.
Smiling, the preacher began.
“We are here to renew John and Ann’s vows on their 50th wedding anniversary.”
Then he found her photo album.
The pretty fabric cover told him instantly that it belonged to a girl and not just any girl—his wife.
On the first page, he found the picture of the bike. He smiled as he remembered the first time he saw her riding down Blueberry Hill. Her blonde hair flowed behind her as she rode past him way too fast for the slope. Worried that she was going too fast, he had followed her on his bike. He caught up with her just as she nearly hit a car at the end of the street.
Skidding up beside her, he grinned. “Do it again?”
She had nodded yes. They turned the bikes around and began the long hard ride up the hill. At ten years old, life was an adventure.
Closing his eyes, he remembered the first time he kissed her. They sat in his dad’s car as he’d just gotten his license, and she was his first date.
The next picture was from the following year. This time they sat in his first car. He remembered how he had worked part-time after school and all summer to save up the money for an old jalopy that barely ran. He’d kept the car until he graduated. She had been there all through the years. Pictures of them scattered through their family albums.
Now years later, he could still remember the day she almost killed herself riding down Blueberry Hill.
Closing the album, he got up and met her at the door.
Taking her hand, he kissed her. “Do it again?”
She nodded yes, smiling, and kissed him again, and they left the house.
They walked to the church’s altar as their families, children, and grandchildren watched from the pews.
Smiling, the preacher began.
“We are here to renew John and Ann’s vows on their 50th wedding anniversary.”
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