My Family

I woke up next to Jacob, like I had for the past 42 years. We were married, with 3 children. Our first son Anthony, our second son Mason, which Jacob had no idea why I chose those names, and the youngest one, our daughter Elizabeth, and of course Jacob hadn't known the real reason I chose that name. I will never forget Edward. It pained me to realize that he never came back for me. I still love him. I will always remember his pale skin that shined like diamonds in the sun, his beautiful topaz eyes, and his messy bronze hair.

Every morning I woke up, Edward was the first thing that would come to my mind, and the last thing I think of every day before I sleep is Edward. I can't let him go.

Jacob didn't know that I still thought about him. We had a grandson, Anthony's son, named Nathan, and Mason had 2 daughters, named Nicole and Emily. Elizabeth had a daughter, named Cheryl, and a son named Teagon. Jacob and I loved seeing our grandkids. We would sit on the front porch, grey- haired, surrounded by our grandchildren and their laughter.

"Good morning honey"

"Good morning Jake"

"Should I get started on breakfast?"

"Sure"

"Oh, let's not forget that our kids are coming over with their families today."

"I haven't forgotten."

"Pancakes or waffles?"
"Umm.. Pancakes please"

"Sure thing"

Jacob left our room to get started on breakfast and I got up and dressed for the day. I couldn't wait to see our grandchildren.