George heaved a loud sigh and slowly pulled himself out of his easy chair, his old bones howling at him to sit back down. "Cain't be sittin' around all day." As much as he would like to.
He headed for the kitchen, passing the old family photos on the wall like he did every day without really paying attention. Today he was feeling nostalgic. He stopped and looked, letting the memories wash over him. The first was him and Clara at their 50th wedding anniversary. The image showed him and Clara laughing like a couple of loons, their faces illuminated by 50 cake sparklers.
The next photo was their twin boys college graduation. They all looked so proud. "Our boys done good, Clara."
There was an old faded photo of their wedding day in 1965. "Ah, Clara, you were so young and beautiful." He touched his finger to his lips and then to her sweet face. "You were my first and only love."
The last photo was of him and Clara sitting under the apple tree where he had carved their initials. "We shared our first kiss under that tree." He sighed again. "Why am I so sappy today?"
"It's you're 75th birthday, sweetie. That's a quarter of a century. I hate to break it to ya, but you're an old man now."
"Rub it in, Clara. You're still young and beautiful at 69."
Clara smiled and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "And you're still charming as ever, you old devil." She kissed him on the shoulder. "Come on, we need to get ready for your big party." She took him by the hand and led him down the hall.
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