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We sit at the kitchen table, 

Our kids surround us. 

We tell them about the adventures of our youth.

I look at my husband,

Amazement in my eyes.

He tells our memories so well.

The moments I hold dear to my heart, 

He does too.

As he tells them about our past relationship 

Talking about our nights in my room.

It brings me back, 

Us sitting in a candle lit room

Window raised,

Summer fragrances filling the air.

Our favorite books scattered about.

As I layer there in his arms

The eighteen summers in his veins,

Warmed the seventeen winters my skin had dreaded.