She takes his soft, wrinkled hand in hers. She closes her eyes. Suddenly it is yesterday, their wedding day so long ago.
She is walking down the aisle arm in arm with her father. They reach the alter, he gives her a kiss on the cheek and then withdraws to sit with her mother.
She takes the hand of her handsome young man with the pale blue eyes.
Blink. A soon to be mother. The excitement builds every day until finally a tiny son is born with the same pale blue eyes as his father.
Blink. A mother once more. This time a blonde curly haired daughter. Her big brother rushes through the front door letting it slam behind him. He just spent his first day at kindergarten.
Blink. Two teenagers.
Blink. Two weddings.
Blink. Now she and her handsome young man with the pale blue eyes are grandparents.
A soft voice brings her back to the present.
She opens her eyes and gazes into the pale blue eyes of the handsome young man she fell in love with so many years ago.
Does he know?
I wrote this in 2013 for a local Alzheimer’s fundraiser. Please support Alzheimer’s research.