I waved my hand to the window of my granddaughter's room, her gaze fixated on the pathway of rounded stepping rocks on the meadow where we stood. We began to walk as we see her father walked in with colorful flowers, my husband warmed my hand as we move forward home.
The aromatic scent of coffee bean that my husband brewed filled our small cabin house, drops of coffee were heard in the kitchen while I elegantly put my glasses on to read the pocketbook that dusted away in the corner of our house.
"After all, books are meant to be read." I said as I flip the first pages and delve myself into this book.
He walked crouched to the dining table fanning two hot mugs he's holding and sat across me.
"Ah, my back will give out soon" he groaned stretching his back.
"Careful, honey. I don't want to hear your bones cracking" I chuckled and took a sip of the coffee he brought.