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
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.