Wedding
They had met when Queen Victoria still reigned. Barely adults, and yet, not children either. Pleased to have met at all, wondering if they would continue to be friends. She had thought she would outlive him, though he proved her wrong. As he often did.
They kissed before the world had known warfare unlike history had ever seen, before Ferdinand was killed. It seemed as if the world was right, too happy for its own good. And it seemed, they were correct.
They met again when the world had known nothing but war, one following another. There was something different in them both, weary and dejected. Yet, despite it all, they continued to find happiness in each other.
They kissed again when they said humans could enter space, as if they hadn't already proved that such a thing was possible years before. And they hadn't even stepped out of the children's nursery to do it.
It wasn't until they could watch television in colour that they went to church, exchanging vows. How long had it been, he asked. Too long, she supposed. The sentiment was shared by many, including the Banks children, who had children and grandchildren of their own.
Uncle Albert, who had agreed to officiate the wedding, merely took both of their hands and said- "It took you long enough."