Ilah looked at her wedding pictures which were old black and white photos. While she'd been quite happy with her wedding day, there was still photographic proof it almost hadn't been a perfect day. "What are you doing, beloved?" Azulon inquired as he brought her their evening tea.
She gingerly took the teacup from him before inhaling the heavenly aroma, "Is this Iroh's mystery tea?" Her husband nodded. "Hmm, I'll never understand how our son can brew a tea that never tastes the same twice."
"Or how each drinker tastes something different. And again, its never the same twice. So let's not attempt to figure out our son's tea skills, shall we?" her husband suggested, to which she nodded.
"No, let's not worry about it," she sipped it. "Hmm, tonight's tea tastes like panda lily tea to me. What about yours?"
"Hmm," as he sipped it. "I say mine taste a bit more like sweet tea," though perhaps too sweet. However, when it comes to mystery tea, you never know what you'd get.
"Hmm, our son's mastery once again. However, again let's not dwell on it," she sipped more of her tea.
"Then is there something else you wish to talk about, beloved?" her husband asked to which his beautiful wife nodded. She showed him the photo album she'd been looking at.
"Our next wedding anniversary is fast approaching. So I wanted to reminiscence though I had forgotten about how our wedding was almost a disaster," as she showed him their pictures.
He groaned and had a look of disgust before replying, "You mean your cousin's mother-in-law trying to make the wedding about her? Or force her son to join you in the mother-son dance?"
"Ugh! I'll never understand my cousin's mother-in-law! She's super delusional! That mil had issues that not even therapy could fix!" Ilah looked equally disgusted, and this had been years ago!
"I remember you telling me about quite the awful Day of the Dead celebration?" to which the look of disdain only got worse on his wife's beautiful features.
"That wasn't celebrating the dead, beloved. It was the apocalypse from how she decorated and dictated everything, from assigned seating to the most bizarre gifts for the dead!" shuddering about that terrifying holiday when she was only a young girl.
"I see that it still gives you nightmares even after all this time. I never understood how someone gets that delusional," Azulon mused while stroking his beard in deep thought.
"I frankly don't understand it either, Azulon," his wife concurred. Then she flipped one of her braids over her shoulder, " How can anyone else think its possibly okay to try and hijack someone else's wedding? I mean, trying to force your son to dance with you because you didn't get it?
It's not your child's wedding! And it's enough that I wish I could've incinerated her! But luckily for me, Calypso was one badass of a maid of honor. She put that crazy mil in her place!" Ilah remembered proudly how her best friend handled that psycho.
She happily proclaimed, "She almost even threw her into a waiting taxi for trying to mess up my beautiful wedding. I'm so glad she's been gone for years. But oh, I still get pissed thinking about that woman!"
"Truthfully, it still ticks me off as well, Ilah. However, haven't we had a wonderful marriage? Almost seventy years now?" he brought her attention back to the present.
"She leaned into her husband before replying happily, "Yes, I won the jackpot when marrying you. We've had a wonderful marriage and family. I'm so happy our son married a wonderful woman, as did our grandson."
"I believe its safe to say that our great-grandson will have a beautiful wedding and marriage himself. I do not doubt that," as he stroked her silky hair, which hadn't lost its softness even at this age.
"Neither do I, beloved. Neither do I," as she closed the album and then leaned to kiss the man of her dreams.
