I look around the room and the memories come back. Some fondly caressing, some hard hitting – but they are all there – clear as daylight.
The anticipation as we climb higher. The exhilaration looking down from the peek. The funny feeling in the stomach as we go round and round. Giggling like kids, we ride the ferris wheel to celebrate our golden anniversary.
And that little glass ball that shimmers with every touch, like our love, glistening more and more with each passing year.
As if on cue, you pick it up and give it a gentle shake. We smile and the sun peeps out from behind the clouds.