I heard him call my name. "Yes, dear," I called back.
"I have the bread. Are you ready to go to the pond?" He asked.
"Yes, I am. Give me just a minute. I would like to finish this row." I had been crocheting a baby blanket for the newest great-grandbaby. If she was early like her sister, I only had a few more weeks to finish it.
Edward walked into the living room and stood by my chair. He smiled at me. "That is beautiful, my darling." He leaned down to kiss my forehead.
Once I finished my row, I put my yarn away and met Edward on the front porch. He reached for my hand, and we walked three blocks to the park in our neighborhood. It has a beautiful pond, big shade trees, and our favorite bench. We have spent many warm sunny afternoons talking about the past and feeding the ducks.
As we sit on the bench, I watch Edward as he tears the bread and tosses it into the pond. He has named all of the ducks.
"I wonder where Daffy is today?" He asked me.
"I don't know, dear. Maybe he decided to stay home today. Maybe he ate a big lunch." I chuckled.
"Edward furrowed his brow, concerned, "maybe." He mutters under his breath.
"I reached over and patted his knee. "I'm sure Daffy is fine, and look. All the others are here and happy to see you!" I point to the five or six ducks waddling around, catching the bits of bread he is tossing to them.
We sat a little longer. I remind him that he has an eye doctor's appointment in the morning.
"I remember, I remember." He put his arm around my shoulder, giving me a little squeeze.
"Dear, do you think we should head for home?" I say.
Edward pulls out his pocket watch. "Yes, it's nearly dinner time."
When we get home, I get him settled into his chair and turn on Wheel of Fortune. I made grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner.
At bedtime, he turns down the comforter and helps me into bed. Then he gets in beside me. He kisses my cheek and tells me he loves me just as he has for the past seventy years.